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CHAPTER 1

Chapter 1: Ice Cream and Strangers

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The first time Maren Fielding met Kieran Mercer was on a train heading south to Nice.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ 98aeb8a6 He wore a khaki trench coat — too polished to be just another traveler passing through.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ed.f2b7c00f

Running into a familiar American face abroad made Maren feel a warmth she hadn't expected.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ms.6f917050] She couldn't help stealing a few extra glances.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-303f339a Handsome men — even the backs of their heads looked perfect.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ©68b83244/May 21, 2026

The train's final stop was the countryside of southern France.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ed.729e8e5e] She'd heard the scenery was gorgeous, and she planned to squeeze in one last trip before her break ended.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (2a339fbc/Thu)

She arrived around dusk.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ no.cd108fbd The sunset had spilled its palette across the sky.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ··8b08766d Maren followed her map to the inn she'd booked ahead of time — a little place on a street corner, its entrance crawling with clusters of tiny pink flowers in every shade.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ‹def6f37b›

She loved it.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ·bca0cc13· A quaint French loft, the kind where you could push the window open and watch the sun sink.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ #a952d5d5 There was even a cafe right next door.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ref·cee7c186

Brunch the next day happened at that cafe.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (1f928bb9) After a quick meal, Maren grabbed her half-finished coffee and wandered the streets.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [d15b7a8e] No deadlines hanging over her head, no emails from her advisor to answer.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ imp.2d1634bb Just completely, blissfully empty.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-aa88a56e

The sun was warm and generous, the air smelled like freedom.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ms.ed040ddf]

Under a red-and-white striped umbrella, a Frenchman in a full suit lazily flipped through a book.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠·f6738494 At the next table over, an old man had his sunglasses propped on top of his head, a cigarette tucked behind one ear — the kind of face that looked like it had seen everything twice.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (1fb8173a)

The shop owner's kid spotted Maren and ran over to hand her a flower, fumbling through a few words of English with a thick accent.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ref·224ba8dc "Pretty lady."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ref·0a2ab922

Maren was wearing a dusty rose spaghetti-strap maxi dress that hugged her figure just right.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ©7f700b3e/May 21, 2026 Fair skin, a woven straw hat on her head, a ribbon trailing from the side.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ 60c7cd6d·· She leaned down to take the flower.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (4423d210) "Thank you.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ed.6893c40e] You're pretty too."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ref·2be3fa0d

The little girl covered her mouth and skipped back inside.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ sub:d039b9db Maren held the flower up to the sunlight and snapped a photo.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ¶6f9f6061 She'd barely set her phone down when she felt a tiny tug on her skirt.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ §1aa224a8

The delicate fabric crinkled under small fingers.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (9457903a)

She turned, following the pull, and found another kid.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ imp.c1c87d4a She'd fallen right into a nest of them today, apparently.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ sub:a8ccd37d Big watery eyes, lashes long enough to swing from, and a shy little finger pointing at the ice cream on her table.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ‹8ad66b23› "It's melting."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠·2e88054c

A tiny voice, speaking English with an unmistakable American lilt.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ §3deae7e0 A little mixed kid.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ·17f1752e·

The matcha, chocolate, and strawberry scoops were blurring together into a puddle.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [v.0cbed601] Maren looked at the kid, who was practically drooling.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ no.0d91d8f3 "I can't share with you, buddy.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ §1000a247 But if your mom or dad were here, I'd totally buy you one."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ed.8141dc4f

The kid pouted but nodded.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-60ea97a4 "My dad says I'm not supposed to take food from strangers either."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ 2debef35

"That's right."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ — 218a745e Maren ruffled his hair.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ — galley 32a47340 — "Where are your parents?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ sig.9c5f5db3

"Can't find them."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ed.8bf3808f

Maren's heart jumped.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ¶52edd384 She looked around — no one who looked like they could be his mom or dad.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ no.fc134c7d "Do you know your dad's phone number?‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ·e3f5debd· I can call for you."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⟨2b165cb5⟩

The kid took her phone and dialed.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-d774535d Busy signal on the other end.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ 0a3e4a90 "Tell you what — I'll take you to get your own ice cream.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [v.9ec827e9] You pick whatever flavor you want, and then we'll try calling again."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ed.11d9cc0b

She watched him sit in the chair, clutching his ice cream cone, his chubby little legs swinging back and forth.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [be2fcfc2] "Next time, no taking food from strangers, okay?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⟨55b218b7⟩

Her phone rang.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⁰2b3d6a3a Unknown number — probably his parents.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ * 9bf3fb52 Maren picked up, gave them her location, and hung up.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠·629b9d83

"Hang tight.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ * 61751a5b Your dad's on his way."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ — 7a890b05

The two of them sat side by side at the window, eating ice cream.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (f04afded) A cool breeze stirred the wildflowers on the sill, and Maren grabbed a napkin to wipe a drip that was about to reach his shirt.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ed.df65a5d0

Long beams of light stretched the moment out.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ imp.f6ea9d5e

When Kieran Mercer turned the corner, this was what he saw — the two of them bathed in cinematic light, looking like they belonged in the same frame.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ #1126afdf

The little rascal from home, the one with the temper, leaning back in his chair without a care in the world, ice cream everywhere.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ — galley eac6b5d8 —

Max spotted Kieran first.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ‹aaeb9640› He jumped down from the chair, arms wide open, and ran toward him.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [05f6cffe] "Daddy!"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠·c9dfeb23

Maren followed the voice and — oh.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [2a651986] The man from the train.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ‹4a4aabce› No wonder she'd kept looking.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-0532b7e9 A fellow American.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-7d368fc1

He'd swapped the trench coat for a button-down, casual, collar undone by two buttons, sleeves rolled to his elbows.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ 2058bca8 His skin was tan — not quite golden, a shade lighter than that.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⁰7fcbf42a

Kieran scooped Max up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and carried him over to Maren.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (a0855dc8)

"Sorry about the trouble.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ed.3c202ddc] Let me get the bill — thank you for watching him."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ — galley 48832831 —

"Don't worry about it.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ms.a6a88c83] It was nothing — he's a sweet kid.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ ce658068 Running into a fellow American out here?‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ §cdf48429 That's something."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ··4143e045

Maren waved it off easily.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ bff32693·· Kieran didn't push.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ §2aa23c63 He thanked her and headed out with Max in his arms.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [proof:cfa7bdec]

Max looped his arms around Kieran's neck, chin resting on his shoulder, waving a chubby little hand at her.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ◆ d58cd7dd Bye-bye.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (d78ee153/Thu)

She was the kind of beautiful that stopped you in your tracks.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ed.b7466afb] That was Kieran's first impression of Maren from a distance.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⟨513305d1⟩ Effortlessly stunning.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ plate-e3e396a8

Talking to her only confirmed it — genuine and warm, the kind of person who made you feel at ease.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [ed.73bff2c5] No wonder the kid had latched onto her.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [fa99a30e]

A little ways down the road, Max tried to squirm out of Kieran's arms.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ref·0f2e6e40 "Trying to sneak off again?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (a36cd23f)

"I don't wanna go home."‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ (cb586956/Thu) Dad was definitely going to make him stand in the corner.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ©ea51ae4b/May 21, 2026

Kieran saw right through him.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⁰36ab5bd5 "Your dad's too busy to deal with you right now.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ «5df5baed» Why else do you think he sent me?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ [v.b5294826]

"Really?‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ⟨068504c4⟩ So I don't have to do my homework?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠·e4ea5262

"Nice try.‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ ©eecd77e3/May 21, 2026 You just called me Daddy, remember?"‌‍⁠‌‌‍‌‌⁠‌⁠‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‌‍⁠⁠ no.f2c38cb2

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