Amelia POV
Before I can cancel my involvement in this little meet and greet, where I’m likely to be the third wheel, Grace grabs hold of my hand and begins to pull me along as if we’ve been longtime friends.
Excitement, dread, fear.... my nerves! It’s all a mumble jumble mess of emotions coursing through my veins right now as we gain closer.
“Wow.” She exclaims. “He really is dad’s mini me.”
“-”
My brows knit in confusion, but before I can seek clarity, Austin abruptly stands, forcing my attention back to him.
He’s still smiling as he slashes his gym bag across his shoulder and makes ready to go. “OK, mom, got to go. Love you.”
“Noo, don’t go.” Grace dramatically whines as she watches him leave.
I swear I do a double take as my mind is left fitting my thoughts together like a thous
