Saturday arrived, the day Alex had set aside to spend time with Dawson. As I helped him get ready, he was full of energy, literally buzzing as he put on his favorite shirt and sneakers.

”Do you not think you should be with them since this is the first time?” my mom inquired, a hint of worry in her tone.

"Of course," I told her. "I'll be there the whole time. I just need to get Dawson ready before I get dressed myself."

Mom visibly relaxed. "Oh, what a relief."

I raised an eyebrow. "Don't you trust Alex?"

"I do. I know he's a good person, and he was a...