Martha appeared just in time as Evelyn and Oliver walked through the little garden behind the café.
She was wiping her hands on her apron when her gaze landed on Evelyn, worried at first. Still, the moment it shifted to Oliver, her whole expression melted.
"Oh, my darling boy!" Martha said, tossing her apron onto a garden bench without a second thought. She hurried forward and bent low, her arms already outstretched.
Oliver's eyes widened with delight. "Granny!" he threw his little arms around her neck as she scooped him up.
"Careful, careful," Martha murmured, holding him tight but gently, mindful of his wound. "Oh, how I've missed you so much."
Oliver pressed his cheek against hers and giggled. "I missed you so, so much too! Like..." He stretched his arms out as wide as they would go. "...this much!"
Evelyn stifled a laugh, looking at how close they were. She follows them as they walk toward the house.
Martha laughed happily as she swayed him in her arms.
