The soft hum of the plane filled the cabin as Amelia looked out the window, clouds drifting past like ghosts. Beside her, Oliver clutched his stuffed dinosaur with sleepy excitement, his tiny legs swinging in his seat. Across the aisle, Andrew sat quietly, a book open in his lap that he hadn’t read a word of.
The silence between them wasn’t tense, but it wasn’t easy either. It was layered—with unspoken apologies, lingering questions, and the fragile weight of a decision not yet made.
Amelia hadn’t spoken to Brad since he left her apartment.
She didn’t know if he would be there when she returned.
But she also knew that right now, she needed this.
Not for Andrew.
Not even for herself.
For Oliver.
He deserved a chance to know where he came from. And maybe—just maybe—so did she.
Andre
