The sudden hug startled him, the tightness of it even moreso. Confused, he hugged his father back, listening to the words.
An attack. Your mother. Killed...
Alex shook his head. "No. You're wrong." He twisted in George's arms, trying to pull away, still shaking his head. "She's not. She can't be..." A wave of nausea flooded through him and he pressed a hand to his mouth.