Chapter 21 My Son Vincent

Anya De Luna POV

A shipment of books came in, and I’m busy unpacking them when a man comes into the store. I’ve seen him here before, and usually, he likes to check the thriller section.

“Morning,” he greets before he starts to browse the shelves.

“Morning. Let me know if I can help you find anything.”

“Thanks.”

My eyes flick to where Vincent is coloring in a picture of an elephant before I continue to unpack the books.

Every now and then, I check what the man is up to before glancing at Vincent.

“Do you have any books about baking?” the customer asks.

“Yes.” I leave the counter and head to the aisle where he’s waiting. Grabbing a book off the shelf, I hold it out to him. “This one is pretty straightforward. You don’t need a degree to follow the recipes.”

“Oh good.” He pages through it then gives me a smile. “I’ll go with this one.”

“Great.” I take the book from him and head back to the counter.

“Hey, little man,” I hear him talk to Vincent. My eyes flick to my baby before they settle