The silence in the apartment felt louder than usual. Oliver’s soft breathing from the other room was the only sound that reminded her she hadn’t drifted into some dream-like abyss. It's been two weeks since Claire visited, but Amelia couldn't seem to get the thought that she was never going to know her son's father out of her head.
A knock came, getting her out of her thoughts.
She stood up slowly, thinking it might be a neighbor, or maybe the delivery man she’d forgotten about—until she opened the door and saw Brad.
He stood there in a crisp, navy suit, holding a bouquet of white peonies—her favorite. His eyes were soft, nervous, and something else... determined.
Amelia blinked. “Brad?”
“Hi,” he said with a boyish smile. “Can I come in?”
She hesitated, then nodded slowly, stepping
