Toby stood at the top of the stairs, rubbing his eyes.
His hair was sticking up on one side, and he was clutching his favorite stuffed rabbit.
« Are you going away? »
Alexander looked at the boy.
« No, buddy. Why would you think that? »
Toby glanced at his mother’s bags.
« Because Mommy said we might have to leave. »
Laura immediately knelt beside him.
« We’re just talking, sweetheart. »
Toby’s lower lip trembled.