Chapter 113: You Hurt Me

The late afternoon sun stretched long and golden over the quiet road, painting the city in soft amber light. Timothy’s delighted laughter filled the back seat as he clutched his half-eaten cone of ice cream, his little legs swinging back and forth.

Jake glanced at him through the rearview mirror, lips curving into a faint smile. "You’re making more of a mess than you’re eating, champ."