A shooting star streaked across the night sky.

There was a hint of uncertainty in Noah’s stunning face. Holly, who was in his arms, held his hands and nibbled on his firm muscles. Then, she looked at him pitifully and said, “I’m hungry, Dad…”

Lowering his eyes, he looked at her. He brushed her cheeks gently. “Alright. I’m going to get you some food.”

…

The diner next door was open for business all day long. It specialized in making soups. A Silvercrestian owned it, so the food tasted very au