The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Evelyn stepped out first, her heels clicking lightly against the polished floor of the fifth level.
Her heart beat faster than usual as she reached for Oliver's hand. His chubby small fingers curled around hers, warm and eager, as they made their way down the hallway toward the apartment.
She halted for a second, uncertain, glancing at her son as if silently asking him which door was theirs.
Before she could speak, Axel, following just behind, lifted a hand and pointed calmly toward her apartment door.
Of course, he knew. He's the one who renovated this entire floor.
Evelyn kept moving, but her grip on Oliver's hand tightened. She glanced down to check his face, and her chest softened when she saw his eyes shining with pure excitement.
That sparkle in her little boy's gaze was enough to melt away all of her nerves for just a heartbeat.
