As the doors opened, the afternoon sunlight poured in, illuminating the driveway where a sleek car had just stopped.
A pair of familiar figures stepped out, Eleanor and Andrew Knight.
The moment Oliver saw them.
Andrew was tall and broad-shouldered, his salt-and-pepper hair giving him an air of quiet authority, while Eleanor exuded warmth and grace.
Her eyes softened immediately when she saw the small boy gripping Axel's hand.
"Oh, Andrew," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Look at him…"
Oliver shyly hid behind his father's leg.
Evelyn smiled gently and encouraged him, "Go on, sweetheart. Say hello to your great-grandparents."
With a slight nod, Oliver stepped forward. "Hello… I'm Oliver," he said politely.
Eleanor knelt, tears glistening in her eyes as she cupped his cheek gently.
"You have your father's eyes," she murmured. "And that smile... oh, darling, I remember that smile years ago. It's exactly like Axel's when he was your age."
