The girl flinched like she’d been struck.
“That’s him,” she whispered, pressing closer. “That’s my daddy.”
I felt something shift inside my chest.
Not anger. Not yet.
Something colder.
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The girl flinched like she’d been struck.
“That’s him,” she whispered, pressing closer. “That’s my daddy.”
I felt something shift inside my chest.
Not anger. Not yet.
Something colder.