Dane's POV
I walk quickly behind Dream, calling out, "Dream, don't run in the shopping mall!" I catch his tiny hand and kneel slightly to his level. "It's a bad habit. If you keep running like that, you'll fall."
He pouts, puffing his cheeks. "Papa, I want to buy toys."
I sigh and pat his soft hair. "Sure, but walk slowly and hold my hand."
He grins instantly. "Okay!"
Behind us, Lucas follows, arms full of shopping bags. Dream and I step into the toy store, and his eyes light up like fireworks. He darts around, pointing at every colorful shelf and stuffed animal. I can't help but smile — this little boy can turn any dull place bright.
Then my smile fades when I notice someone familiar near the counter. Mr. Cassian. What the hell is he doing here?
He spots me too. I quickly turn my head, pretending I didn't see him, but it's useless — he's already walking toward me.
"Dane," he says, his tone way too gentle. "What are you doing here?"
