~CELINE~
The ice cream parlor was exactly what Caesar needed—bright colors, cheerful music, and about twenty different flavors to choose from.
I watched him press his nose against the glass case, his eyes wide with wonder as he tried to decide between chocolate chip cookie dough and strawberry swirl.
"Can I have both, Mama?" he asked, looking up at me with those big blue eyes that reminded me so much of Hunter it made my chest ache.
"Just one scoop, baby," I said gently. "We don't want you getting a tummy ache before the movie."
He nodded seriously and pointed to the chocolate chip cookie dough. "That one, please!"
As the teenage girl behind the counter scooped his ice cream, I tried to push thoughts of Hunter out of my mind.
This was supposed to be my day with Caesar, our special
