The toy store loomed before us, a kingdom of childhood dreams. Colorful displays filled the large windows, and the sound of laughter and excitement reached our ears even before we stepped inside. We entered the store, and the magic of the place washed over me.
As we walked down the aisles, our footsteps echoing on the linoleum floor, I couldn't help but wonder about Timothy's earlier confession. The kind words had touched my heart, and despite the winter cold, the warmth from them only seemed to spread.
Turning to Timothy, I couldn't contain my curiosity any longer. "Timothy," I began tentatively, "how is it that you didn't know about Olive before? I mean, she’s Stella’s niece. She never mentioned her?"
Timothy's gaze shifted towards the colorful array of toys, his expression troubled.
