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Chapter 23

Christiana’s POV.

The grocery store was buzzing with the usual weekend crowd, but I barely noticed. Ethan and Emma were busy picking out their favorite snacks while I wandered through the aisles, sorting through fruits and vegetables. The task had become a pleasant routine for us, one I actually enjoyed despite the fact that I could easily have had my servants handle it. There was something grounding about shopping with the kids, about being part of their small, everyday joys.

As I turned the corner of the dairy section, I nearly bumped into a familiar face. It was Daniel Brooks. He looked a bit better than the last time I saw him, his expression less guarded, though still carrying traces of his previous gruffiness. He had a bandage wrapped around his head, but he was standing upright, seeming more at ease.

“Daniel!” I exclaimed, genuinely surprised. “How’s your head feeling I hope you’re doing better.”

Daniel glanced at me, his brow furrowing slightly. “It’s getting better, thank you. Just a bit of a bump to the head. Nothing

serious

wide eyes, sensing the shift in the conversation. Ethan tugged at my sleeve. “Mom,

level, trying to simplify the situation. “This is Mr. Daniel Brooks. He’s a friend of ours who had a little accident and

tilted her head, curiosity etched across

said, giving her a reassuring smile. “He’s much better now. And it’s nice of him to come and say

as he looked at the kids. “Are these your kids,

replied. “This is Emma and

with shyness and curiosity. “Hi”

added. “Hello, Mr.

smile. “Nice to meet you

eyes sparkled “Thank you for coming to see

sound. “It’s my pleasure. You both seem to be very good helpers to your

enthusiastically. “We help pick out snacks and sometimes even

he looked at the kids, with that same genuine warmth, was strikingly familiar. It was as if he saw something special in them that resonated

with your shopping. It

encounter had been a pleasant surprise, and Daniel’s easy demeanor with the kids had been refreshing.

cart, where Ethan and Emma were eagerly discussing their chosen snacks. We were still shopping, picking out the essentials and a few treats for the week. The mundane task felt oddly comforting, a reminder of the

in life

faced, these small moments with my children were