“Think he’ll like it?” I asked Holt, stepping back to take it all in.
“He’s gonna love it, Veda,” Holt said, slipping an arm around me. “This room is just right for our little guy.”
Our moment was cut short by a knock. Mila, Holt’s mom, peeked in. “Well, what a… lively space,” she said, lips tight.
I forced a smile. “Thanks, Mila. We wanted Tate to feel at home.”
