The girl tightened both hands around the hem of her yellow dress.
“I asked if you’re married.”
She said it slowly this time, as if Daniel might simply have poor hearing.
He looked over her shoulder.
Families moved along the wide path behind her. A father pushed a stroller. Two teenagers rode past on bikes. A woman carried paper cups from a small coffee cart.
Nobody seemed to be looking for the child.
Daniel leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees.
“Are you lost?”
“No.”
“Do you know where your mom or dad is?”
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