Hailee POV (10 years later.)
"Oscar! Oliver! Ozzy!" I called again, louder this time. My voice echoed through the hall, but no reply came.
I frowned. That was strange. Normally, they would at least shout back or come running—unless, of course, they were up to something. My boys were ten now, and the moment I called their names and they didn't answer, I knew they were hiding.
Shaking my head, I marched down the hall toward their rooms. The silence only confirmed my suspicion. I marched to their rooms, pushing open Oliver's door first. All three of them were there—huddled close, whispering. The second I stepped inside, they scattered like startled wolves. Oliver jumped to his feet, his face guilty. Ozzy scrambled to hide something behind his back, his little fingers shaking. And Oscar… Oscar sat calmly on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, his chin lifted with defiance.
"What are you hiding?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"Nothing!" Oliver blurted, far too quickly.
