Louisa freezes by the door, momentarily paralyzed by what she is seeing right in front of her.

Her eyes widens in disbelief, mouth agape as she tries to process the situation. Swallowing hard, she collects herself and forces a thin smile after a few seconds.

“Honey, how are you?” She starts moving to her son, hugging him nervously.

“Fine mommy. But I was bored, uncle Fred has been busy.” Liam replies, hugging his mom but contouring his face in a manner that shows his displeasure of being by himself.

“Am sorry about that honey. But I can see you have company now, isn't it?” Louisa teases Liam while looking in...