The mansion was silent, and Kate sat at the dining table, surrounded by hospital papers, medical prescriptions, and a sheet with post-op instructions. But her eyes weren't on any of it. They were fixed on Oliver's drawing. She had brought it with her, as if letting it go meant betraying her son's feelings.

She looked at the scene again: the three of them holding hands. A family.

Grayson hadn't stayed at the hospital that night. The doctor insisted he rest because the surgery was the next day and they needed him alert. Eileen stayed overnight with Oliver, and Kate returned to the mansion supposedly to sleep, but she couldn't. Oliver's words kept echoing in her head. 'Please, Mommy… go back to Dad.'

Suddenly, she stood up fast and grabbed her car keys without thinking.

At his apartment, Grayson had just stepped out of the shower. A towel hung over his shoulder, and his hair was still dripping as he walked into the living room. He rubbed a hand over his face and let out a long bre