As soon as they stepped into the house, Oliver shot off like a rocket, his little legs carrying him straight through the foyer. “Mommy!” he called out, excitement ringing in his voice.
Amelia barely had time to turn from where she stood by the kitchen counter before her son barreled into her legs, gripping her tightly. She let out a soft laugh, kneeling to his level and brushing his dark curls back.
“What is it, sweetheart?” she asked, smiling at his enthusiasm.
“I saw Andrew today!” Oliver practically bounced on his feet. “At Uncle Brad’s office! He was so happy to see me.”
The color drained from Amelia’s face. Her fingers stiffened slightly where they rested on his shoulders. “You… saw Andrew?” she echoed, her throat tightening around his name.
“Yeah!” Oliver grinned, obli
