The next morning, Luke, Theo, and I loaded into Luke’s truck and headed into town to grab some last minute things we would need for Christmas. Snow dusted the streets, and the little shops and storefronts looked like something out of a postcard. Theo, always brimming with energy, had been talking nonstop since we left the cabin.
Luke parked in front of Grady’s Market, and we climbed out. Mr. Grady was just stepping out with a box of fresh produce, his face lighting up when he saw us.
“Well, there’s my favourite family!” he called, setting the box down and dusting off his hands.
“Morning, Mr. Grady,” Luke said with a warm smile, pulling a reusable bag from his truck.
“Morning,” I chimed in, holding Theo’s hand as he bounced on his toes, eager to get inside.
Mr. Grady’s eyes twinkled. “
