Olivia POV
I stared over the top of my newspaper at Timothy, who was eating breakfast happily and smiling as he played with his toy. I was pretending to read the local news, but really I was checking that my son was okay. He seemed to like it, but I needed to be sure.
“So, Timothy, how was your first week at your new school?”
“Good. I made two new friends, Luke and Ben. I like them a lot.”
“Oh yeah?”
That flooded me with relief. Because we had moved around so much for Brady and his “fishing”—which I was trying my best not to think about anymore now that I knew what that asshole was really up to—he struggled to make friends easily. I suppose there had to be a part of him that wondered if there was a point to making friends if we were going to be gone in a heartbeat.
But now that he kn
