By the time Amelia reached her apartment building, her chest ached with every breath she took. Her head pounded with everything Andrew had said—everything she had said. The cab ride had been mostly silent. Oliver had fallen asleep against her side, unaware of the storm raging behind his mother’s tired eyes.
The words Goodbye, Amelia echoed louder than anything else.
Was that it? The end?
Her fingers trembled as she unlocked the front door to the building and stepped inside, carrying Oliver in her arms. He stirred a little as she moved up the stairs slowly, unwilling to wake him.
But when she reached the landing to her apartment, she stopped cold.
Brad was there.
Leaning against the wall beside her door, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat, hair a bit disheveled, as if he’d
