Lesley's POV

"Lesley!"

Frankie jumped down from the barstool and stormed towards me. I barely had time to hold out my arms before he jumped into them, giving me a hug that left me barely breathing.

"Hi, sport," I greeted him with a laugh, remembering that Alex used to call him that. "How was preschool?"

He went on a long rant about all the kids he'd met and all the things they did, I could hardly keep up. But it warmed my heart, seeing how long he'd come in just a few days. He'd gone from a shy introvert boy to a bubbling happy kid that had friends all over...