#Chapter 333: A Child’s Laughter

Nina The chilly morning wound up turning into a warm and sunny afternoon, and Enzo and I were tired of being all alone in our big house on the cliff. In a last ditch effort to inject some normalcy in our lives, Enzo and I had decided to drive into town to check out the shops, get some fresh air, and have some coffee. The drive was almost therapeutic—the sound of the tires on the road, the hum of the truck’s engine, and Enzo’s casual drumming of his fingers on the steering wheel all seemed to ground me in an odd way, reminding me that the world still existed outside my little bubble of melancholy. We parked along the side of the road on the main street, where all of the shops lay. The atmosphere was filled with the sweet notes of an early summer afternoon: children laughing, dogs barking, and the distant melody of a street musician strumming his guitar. As we strolled hand in hand, I looked at the small businesses lining the square. There was Mrs. Thompson’s fl