MasukMaverick POVI arrived fifteen minutes early.I had checked the address Patricia sent me the night before, confirmed the museum's opening hours, and planned the afternoon down to the smallest detail. Still, as I stood beside my car waiting for Oliver, I found myself wondering whether I had overlooked something important.It was only a few hours. A visit to the car museum, lunch, and then home.But to me, it felt like the beginning of something I had wanted for years.The front door opened, and Patricia stepped outside with Oliver beside her. He was dressed in jeans and a blue shirt, holding a small backpack.“Daddy!” he called.I smiled. “Hey, buddy.”He ran toward me, but slowed down just before reaching the car. I crouched to meet him.“Ready for our day?”“Yes!”I glanced at Patricia. She had a careful expression, the kind that reminded me she was allowing this because Oliver wanted it, not because she trusted me completely.“His water bottle is in the side pocket,” she said. “Ther
Maverick POVI arrived fifteen minutes early.I had checked the address Patricia sent me the night before, confirmed the museum's opening hours, and planned the afternoon down to the smallest detail. Still, as I stood beside my car waiting for Oliver, I found myself wondering whether I had overlooked something important.It was only a few hours. A visit to the car museum, lunch, and then home.But to me, it felt like the beginning of something I had wanted for years.The front door opened, and Patricia stepped outside with Oliver beside her. He was dressed in jeans and a blue shirt, holding a small backpack.“Daddy!” he called.I smiled. “Hey, buddy.”He ran toward me, but slowed down just before reaching the car. I crouched to meet him.“Ready for our day?”“Yes!”I glanced at Patricia. She had a careful expression, the kind that reminded me she was allowing this because Oliver wanted it, not because she trusted me completely.“His water bottle is in the side pocket,” she said. “Ther
Maverick POVI arrived fifteen minutes early.I had checked the address Patricia sent me the night before, confirmed the museum's opening hours, and planned the afternoon down to the smallest detail. Still, as I stood beside my car waiting for Oliver, I found myself wondering whether I had overlooked something important.It was only a few hours. A visit to the car museum, lunch, and then home.But to me, it felt like the beginning of something I had wanted for years.The front door opened, and Patricia stepped outside with Oliver beside her. He was dressed in jeans and a blue shirt, holding a small backpack.“Daddy!” he called.I smiled. “Hey, buddy.”He ran toward me, but slowed down just before reaching the car. I crouched to meet him.“Ready for our day?”“Yes!”I glanced at Patricia. She had a careful expression, the kind that reminded me she was allowing this because Oliver wanted it, not because she trusted me completely.“His water bottle is in the side pocket,” she said. “Ther
Maverick POVI arrived fifteen minutes early.I had checked the address Patricia sent me the night before, confirmed the museum's opening hours, and planned the afternoon down to the smallest detail. Still, as I stood beside my car waiting for Oliver, I found myself wondering whether I had overlooked something important.It was only a few hours. A visit to the car museum, lunch, and then home.But to me, it felt like the beginning of something I had wanted for years.The front door opened, and Patricia stepped outside with Oliver beside her. He was dressed in jeans and a blue shirt, holding a small backpack.“Daddy!” he called.I smiled. “Hey, buddy.”He ran toward me, but slowed down just before reaching the car. I crouched to meet him.“Ready for our day?”“Yes!”I glanced at Patricia. She had a careful expression, the kind that reminded me she was allowing this because Oliver wanted it, not because she trusted me completely.“His water bottle is in the side pocket,” she said. “Ther
Maverick POVI arrived fifteen minutes early.I had checked the address Patricia sent me the night before, confirmed the museum's opening hours, and planned the afternoon down to the smallest detail. Still, as I stood beside my car waiting for Oliver, I found myself wondering whether I had overlooked something important.It was only a few hours. A visit to the car museum, lunch, and then home.But to me, it felt like the beginning of something I had wanted for years.The front door opened, and Patricia stepped outside with Oliver beside her. He was dressed in jeans and a blue shirt, holding a small backpack.“Daddy!” he called.I smiled. “Hey, buddy.”He ran toward me, but slowed down just before reaching the car. I crouched to meet him.“Ready for our day?”“Yes!”I glanced at Patricia. She had a careful expression, the kind that reminded me she was allowing this because Oliver wanted it, not because she trusted me completely.“His water bottle is in the side pocket,” she said. “Ther
Patricia's POV I knew something was different when Oliver asked about his father before breakfast.Usually, the children talked about school, their games, or whatever project they had decided to build that day. Lately, though, Maverick had become a regular part of their conversations. They mentioned their video calls, the pictures he sent, and the little questions he remembered to ask them.I hadn't expected their interest to grow so quickly.“Mommy, when are we seeing Daddy again?” Oliver asked, sitting at the kitchen table with a spoon in his hand.I looked up from the lunch boxes I was preparing.“Why do you ask?”He shrugged. “I want to see him.”Mason nodded. “Me too. We always talk on the phone.”Ethan was busy spreading jam across his toast, but he joined in. “It would be better if he came here.”Clara looked at her brothers, then turned to me. “Can we see him, Mommy?”I placed the lunch box on the counter.Their questions were innocent. They weren't asking me to forgive Maver







