Brad’s expression froze, the weight of her words slamming into him like a physical blow.
His lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. His confident stance faltered, and for the first time since stepping into her apartment, he looked completely, utterly lost.
“A… a son?” His voice came out hoarse, almost as if the words had been ripped from his throat.
Amelia nodded, bracing herself for his reaction. “Yes.”
She had thought about this moment before—wondered how it would feel to finally tell him.
She had imagined anger. Regret. Maybe even denial.
But she hadn’t expected the deep, unguarded pain that flickered in his eyes.
Brad ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply as if trying to steady himself. “You have a child…” He looked at her, his gaze searching. “How ol
