Chapter 13

• Ava’s
• I found an old pair of Pikachu pajamas crumpled in the back of my closet probably from a discount rack I’d browsed through when I was working part-time. I'd bought it on impulse, thinking it was cute. Funny how things like that ended up mattering later.
• It fit Little Treasure perfectly. He slipped into it with practiced independence and padded off toward the bedroom like he’d done this routine a thousand times. He hadn’t needed help. Not from me. Not from anyone.