Mrs. Frazier scoops “the best ice cream in the world” into a few of her handmade waffle cones and hands them over. The warm, buttery, and sweet scent alone should’ve been my first warning. “Now, everyone, take a bite, and let’s see if Chef Grimes has any room left in that ego of his for a scoop of humility.”

I take a bite of the rich, velvety butter pecan goodness, and—sweet hell—it melts on my tongue like a dream. The balance is perfect: nutty, creamy, damn near sinful.

“Umm, this can’t be ice cream. This is—”

I don’t even get to finish because Syd beats me to it, bouncing on her heels as she takes another lick of her scoop. “The best ice cream in the world!” she declares, voice full of pure joy.

Then, from the corner of my eye, I catch Kerry’s giggle, her arms crossed as she gives me the smuggest damn look, her eyes practically daring me to admit it.

And then there’s the knowing smiles from the other customers, watching this showdown unfold.

I cave, chuckling at myself for being so easily bested. “Alright, alright, I’m a man of my word, and honestly, this might just be…the best ice cream I’ve ever had.”

The shop bursts into cheers, and a couple of patrons even whip out their phones to capture the moment. “You heard it here first! Chef Grimes has given his stamp of approval. Get down to Main Ice Cream, folks!”

While a few customers line up for photos, others shower Syd and Ari with affection, as Kerry remains by their side, her presence both protective and warm while she chats with the locals.

“Kerry, how could you and your charming gentleman keep these little angels from us?” I overhear someone say. “You gotta bring them to the Summer Block Party.”

After snapping selfies and exchanging light-hearted conversation, I finally join Kerry and the girls at our table. They’re all smiles, and while we talk and laugh, I find myself caught up in the easy flow of our faux family. Kerry and I share a few meaningful glances, the kind that linger a bit too long. Pretending feels almost too natural, stirring a wish that things could be real under different circumstances.

“Dad, what’s next? Ms. Kind mentioned you had a surprise for us?” Ari’s voice pulls me from my thoughts.

Kerry and I exchange a mischievous look. “Well,” I draw out the moment, grinning at her impatience.

“Aww, come on! Tell us!” she pleads.

“Patience, short stack,” I tease. “Let’s head to your surprise right now.”

We stroll through downtown Greer like any other family, enjoying the weather and exchanging friendly nods with locals. Some stop us for pictures. Some even comment on what a beautiful family we have.

“See, getting out isn’t so bad, is it?” Kerry nudges me playfully.