Abigail stood at the kitchen counter and attempted to pour iced tea into plastic cups with trembling hands. One look. It only took one look for Mason to work out that Ollie was his.
She had no idea he'd show up there. There hadn't been any time to warn him or talk to him before the bus had pulled up. Abigail had been too stunned to see him to speak.
But still, he knew. She wanted to scream and cry and howl her pain to the entire world. Here was the one man she'd ever loved in the entire world, and he'd looked at her with such a seething hatred the second he'd realized Oliver was his. Not that she blamed him. Still, her heart froze in her chest.
Mason was as furious with her as he was delighted with his son. And Oliver. Well, he'd just looked at her and then at Mason and jumped into his
