Addison's throat tightened at the sight of Oliver standing on his doorstep. Wet, shivering, and on the verge of breaking down, like the younger boy, sobbing next to him.

"Oliver."

"I'm sorry for just showing up." He squeezed the boy's shoulder. "I--We..."

"Addison who's at the door?" His mother called from the living room.

"Come in. Hurry up before you two get sick." The young boy looked at Oliver for permission before hurrying in.

"Who is this?" Addison's father questioned looking directly at the boy, who Addison assumed to be Oliver's little brother. Oliver's hands were still holding the boy's shoulder. It didn't look like he was planning on letting...