Then he noticed my packed suitcase sitting beside the door. He frowned.
“What’s that?”
I stood up slowly, wincing from the lingering soreness.
“My bag.”
“Why?”
At that moment, my mom stepped out of the kitchen holding Oliver.
Jason’s confusion deepened.
“Hi, Jason,” she said.
“Hi…?”
Then he looked back at me.
“Amelia, what’s going on?”
I picked up my suitcase.
“I’m taking a four-day trip.”
His face went blank.
