Days passed since that awkward encounter in the park. Since Eliana had let Hunter put on her shoes, their relationship had started to grow—slowly, like a sprout breaking through the earth after a long rain. Hunter decided not to push. Every morning, he helped Olivia prepare breakfast. When Eliana woke up, he simply greeted her with a quiet, “Good morning, Eliana,” then kept his distance. No touching, no forcing conversation. But he was always there—behind the scenes, like a silent, loyal guardian. Olivia noticed it, little by little. Hunter wasn’t the man he used to be. Now, he spoke less, listened more. Sometimes, when Eliana was drawing in the living room, Hunter would sit not far away, reading a children's storybook he had recently bought. He wanted to understand the kind of world his daughter liked. --- One afternoon, while Olivia was hanging laundry outside, Eliana sat on the front porch with her crayon box. Hunter, just returning from buying fruit, stopped when he s
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