Olivia's POV
Liam tore off sheets of paper and handed them out with the gravity of a professor. My three men sat in a row on the edge of the picnic blanket, looking like they were about to take the most important exam of their lives.
"Okay! No peeking!" Liam commanded, sitting cross-legged in front of them while his brothers giggled beside him, clearly excited; if only they had any idea how disastrous this was.
Question 1: Mom's favorite color!
They all scribbled quickly. I held up my own small slip of paper where I'd written the answer.
"On the count of three, show her! One, two, three!"
All three boards flipped around. Red.
"Correct!" Liam cheered. I gave a small, genuine smile. It was an easy start. Red was the color of my favorite dress, the color of the roses they used to bring me. For a second, the tension eased.
Question 2: If Mom could have any pet in the world, what would it be?
