Ethan kept his grip steady on the wheel, his gaze locked on the two familiar figures walking along the quiet Berkshire street.
Charlotte and Mrs. Williams, both carrying bags that hinted at a trip to the market.
He slowed down, keeping a safe distance behind them. He wasn't ready to be seen... not yet.
Charlotte was talking animatedly, her hands moving as she spoke. Mrs. Williams laughed heartily, shaking her head in amusement. Ethan's chest tightened at the sight. It was so simple, so ordinary. A moment he wished he could be part of.
Still, he couldn't bring himself to look away.
Just then, as Mrs. Williams laughed at something Charlotte said, she took a step to the side and accidentally bumped into a man passing by.
The man, who seemed to be in his late thirties, staggered slightly before turning sharply toward them.
"Watch where you're going, old woman!" he barked, his words slurred. The strong stench of alcohol clung to his breath.
