Cold Regret

"Very well. Three cups of hot cocoa. You can find a table and wait there," the cashier said.

"Okay," Conrad said.

He looked around and led the children to a table by the window.

"Come. Let's go there," he said to them.

Hazel swiftly ran over to grab a corner of Conrad's shirt.

When he looked down, he spotted a tiny pink fist clenched around his shirt. It was so tiny that it was barely a third of t