As Cade pushed the glass door open, two kids came running. Their chuckles enveloped the market as they ran around and played hide and seek. They were with their mother—a tall woman who was wearing a red dress fitted to her voluptuous figure. She removed her sunglasses and called out to her sons. “Dylan! James! Take it easy.”

She reminded him of his deceased mother. Mrs. Robertson would walk around with the grandest outfit, red lipstick and stilettos, and a black dress. Everyone would think she’s in the middle of shooting a film or on a catwalk. Her steps were graceful and her eyes were diamonds.

“Mommy, I want that...