"Drake!" Nancy called out, weaving through the crowd with urgency before flinging her arms around him in a tight hug.
Drake froze—blindsided. So was Samantha, who had just turned to shut the car trunk. She blinked at them, the moment stretching longer than it should’ve.
It had only been two days since Drake got out of jail.
This supermarket trip wasn’t supposed to be dramatic. Samantha just wanted to buy ingredients for her grandfather’s birthday. No flashy party—just a home-cooked meal. That’s what he preferred anyway. He always said he was too old for balloons and fanfare, and after everything that had happened lately… Samantha agreed.
The thing is—something had shifted. Drake, who used to sulk through every shared moment, suddenly felt… present. Volunteering to come with her? Joinin
