22 August 2026

A little girl at Walmart grabbed my tattooed arm and whispered, “Daddy’s tryinng to hurt Mommy.”

“Addison, sweetheart,” he said. “Come on. You’re scaring people.”

She buried her face against my side.

“No,” she whispered.

I rested a hand gently on her head.

“You’re alright,” I told her.

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