Oliver stayed near the entrance.

Worn sneakers.

Oversized sweatshirt.

Hands buried in the front pocket.

Julian crouched several feet away rather than moving too close.

“We’ve been waiting a long time for you, buddy.”

Oliver looked at him.

“This is your home now.”

Oliver’s face remained guarded.

Not frightened exactly.

Prepared.

“For how long?”

My heart tightened.

Julian’s expression changed.