The black Cayenne moved along the road.
After a day of sunshine, the pavement had dried, and a little leftover snow still clung to the green belts on both sides.
Amelia Clarke was unaware of the unsavory gossip about her as the atmosphere inside the car was pleasant.
"Owen, what should we buy for Mason's birthday present?" She leaned on the back of the driver's seat and asked Owen Moreland, "How about we take Mason to get some clothes?"
Owen Moreland freed up his right hand and handed her a paper bag from the copilot seat.
Amelia immediately understood his intent and reached out to take it, "Is this for Mason?"
Owen didn't deny it.
Amelia looked at the paper bag; it was a kid's watch, the kind that could do positioning and make calls.
"This..."
"Now you can call each other," Owen said.
Amelia was stunned for a moment.
It wasn't an expensive gift, but it was full of thoughtfulness.
"Thank you, Owen," her voice was filled with emotion.
Owen didn't say anything.
