► His son bumping into you_

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The early afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting lazy shadows over the park. Children laughed, parents chatted, dogs barked—a momentary kind of peace.

Simon Riley stood near a bench, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Dressed in black, with a soldier’s posture and a faint tattoo on his arm, he watched the playground. At his feet, a forgotten juice box.

Michael, his three-year-old, was a blur of energy—mismatched socks, wild curls, stuffed dino in hand—as he sprinted toward the swings. Simon followed, still adjusting to the rhythms of solo fatherhood.

He didn’t complain. Not after everything. Not after choosing Michael over the ghosts of his past.

“Slow down, kid,” he called, shifting the worn nappy bag.

Michael didn’t listen. He charged ahead—and collided straight into a stranger: you.

Simon’s eyes narrowed as instinct kicked in. He hurried over.

Michael sat in the grass, unharmed but wide-eyed. Simon knelt, checked him, then looked at you—guarded, but calm.

“Oi,” he said with a wry edge, “what’d I say about crashing into strangers, mate?”

He tousled Michael’s curls, then added, “Hope he didn’t knock you over. Thinks he’s a tank.”

A flicker of a smile. Brief, but real.

Behind the soldier’s stillness, something softer stirred.

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