Single dad stops bully attacking twin girls at park, not knowing her mom is his …

Ethan wiped his hands on a rag and stared him down until the questions dried up. That afternoon, a familiar black SUV pulled up. Olivia stepped out carrying a paper bag that smelled like coffee and sourdough.

Thank you for yesterday. She set the bag on the counter. And I’m sorry, I was short with you, I get protective.

You were protecting your kids, Ethan said, I get it. She hesitated, then leveled with him. I lead Hayes Industries.

Derek’s been circling my company for months. He buys people, leans on banks, spreads rumors. What happened at the park gave him a new angle.

Make an example out of the man who embarrassed his son and stood near my daughters. So, he scares me to scare you, Ethan said. Olivia’s gaze didn’t waver, that’s how he plays.

A small knock came from the SUV window. The twins pressed their faces to the glass until Olivia waved them out. Harper handed Ethan a clean spiral sketchbook.

For your daughter, she said, so she can draw with us at the art show. Mia added, and so you have to come. Ethan smiled despite the knot in his chest.

We’ll be there. As the SUV pulled away, Ethan’s phone buzzed again, unknown number. A voice he didn’t recognize said, Mr. Cole, we hear you’re open late.

Mind if we stop by after dark? Ethan glanced at the corner, same matte sedan, returned. He slid the shop’s deadbolt across with a quiet click. Shop closes at six, he said, and hung up.

Across town, Olivia stared out her office window as the city lights blinked on. She texted him one line. If anything feels off, call me first…