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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

up with wide eyes, sensing the shift in the conversation. Ethan tugged at my

is Mr. Daniel Brooks. He’s a friend

tilted her head, curiosity etched across her

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

softened as he looked at the kids. “Are these

replied. “This is Emma and this is

Daniel with shyness and curiosity.

“Hello,

face lit up with a genuine smile. “Nice to meet you both. I’m Daniel Brooks. It’s great to

sparkled “Thank you for coming to

warm and sincere sound. “It’s my pleasure. You

“We help pick

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

let you continue with your shopping. It

The encounter had been a pleasant surprise, and Daniel’s easy demeanor with the kids had been refreshing. I watched him disappear down the aisle, his smile lingering in my

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

small moments with my