November 20th - one month before Cato becomes AlphaLeo’s point of viewI sat in my office staring out of the window. The day was crisp and bitter, but the sun shone through the gaps in the trees, casting glorious columns of light. Sweet trills of birds filled the morning air, and the branches rustled in the gentle breeze.Everything was perfect.Too perfect.The door to my office opened and Ella walked in, holding a steaming mug of coffee.“Here,” she said, resting it on my desk beside me.I sighed and pulled her onto my lap, “Thank you, love.”She ran her finger along my cheek, “You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?” “Two connected attacks and then nothing for a month,” I said, “Problems like that never sort themselves out.”“The kids are pestering to go out again,” she said, “Zac and Stef are d
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