AMELIA
As I entered the living room, I was greeted by Conrad's presence. He was sitting on the long, plush sofa, in his casual clothes, holding a story book. Noah was settled beside him, leaning on his lap.
He was reading a story book to Noah? For real? A surprise was etched on my face.
Conrad,” I called softly, walking to the middle of the room. He looked up from the book, his eyes heavy and tired.
Noah's lips curled up in a smile the moment he sighted me. He hurried down from the sofa, his small legs dangling from it, then ran to embrace me.
“Momma," he said, his voice loud and bright. I smiled, picking him up from the floor and onto my arms. I looked at Conrad, and his gaze was locked on me.
“I'm sorry Conrad. I'm sorry if Noah caused any disturbance to you."
He closed the book
