Hailee's POV
The boys were shown into their room, and it was Oliver who lit up the moment the door opened. His eyes widened, shining with excitement as he rushed forward.
"He got us a PlayStation?!" he gasped, running straight to the shelf where the shiny black console sat. His hands hovered over it like it was treasure. "Mama, look—it's a PS5! And there are games already here!"
He turned back to me, his whole face glowing with joy. "Can I play it now? Please?"
I managed a small smile at his excitement, but my chest tightened when I looked at his brothers. Oscar stood stiff by the bed, his arms crossed, his jaw set like stone. Ozzy stayed quiet, his fingers brushing lightly over a stack of books that had been neatly placed on the table. They weren't smiling. Not even a little.
Oliver didn't notice. He was too wrapped up in the console, bouncing on his toes. "Mama, he even got us new controllers. Two of them! No—three! We can all play together!"
