I saw my mom's name flashing on the screen, and my mood instantly dropped.

"Sorry, I need to take this call," I told Lucas.

He glanced at my phone, thinking it was Oliver as usual, and nodded with a warm smile.

I stepped into the garden to answer.

"Hey, Mom," my son’s sweet, cheerful voice greeted me.

"Hi, sweetie. How was your day?"

"So boring," Oliver groaned dramatically. "How's the party? I'm so sorry I ...