Evelyn smiled at Oliver, though her mind was anything but calm.
'Goodness, baby, I barely managed to forget your daddy for half a second, and now you remind me again?'
She reached over and stroked his soft hair, hoping he'd catch the silent plea hidden in her touch. "Honey, can we please drop the topic of your dad now? Mommy would really appreciate it."
Of course, subtle hints were wasted on her three-year-old son.
"Oh, yeah!" His eyes sparkled happily. "I also heard our house is done. We're moving back to the fifth floor tonight, right, Mommy?"
Evelyn nearly fell out of her chair when she heard his words. How in the world did her child remember those things? Did Axel tell him details about it?
She forced a smile and responded carefully, "Hmm, yes, sweetheart. We'll… move tonight if your daddy returns, of course."
He nodded, satisfied.
Before she could redirect the conversation, Martha, who had been watching the exchange with amused eyes, set her empty glass down.
