Chapter: 1139

“Just happened to pass by," Caden said dismissively.

"Yeah, right! You crossed two traffic lights to get here. How is that just ‘pass by'?"

Caden's attention was caught by a pair of pink socks.

The fabric was soft, a delicate shade of pink with white lace trim and tiny cherry-shaped bells that hung from the openings.

He held them in his palm, marveling at how small they were — barely the size of three fingers.