"Well, here he is again," Celine murmured under her breath as she spotted the familiar car. Her heart sank, and she quickened her pace towards the bus stop, hoping to avoid any interaction.
"Why is he here, though?" she hissed to herself, frustration filling her voice. The sound of the car's engine filled the air as it glided smoothly into the crosswalk, coming to a sudden halt. The man who stepped out carried an air of urgency and determination. His tanned face was set with a serious expression, as if he had a mission he couldn't delay.
"Celine, wait up," the man called, his voice cutting through the street's noise as he walked briskly, his long strides quickly closing the distance between them. Celine tried to ignore him, focusing on the bus stop just a few yards ahead.
Her son, who h
