The living room felt cozy, with a blazing fire in the fireplace, soft rugs, and big windows that looked out onto the woods.
Just as Evelyn was about to check the kitchen, she heard it, the low hum of an engine outside.
Her heart leaped.
She went to the window and peeked through the curtains.
Axel's car had pulled up outside the cabin.
He was stepping out, tall and handsome as always, but what made her eyes soften wasn't him; it was the little boy hopping out of the passenger seat.
Oliver.
Her son's small hand was tucked into Axel's as they walked toward the cabin.
She hurried to the door and swung it open. Immediately, the chilly morning breeze flowed in, bringing the smell of pine and earth.
"Mommy..." Oliver's excited voice broke through the quiet, and he ran toward her, his small arms wrapping tightly around her waist.
Evelyn laughed softly, then carried him in her arms.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
