“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.
Then I looked at him.
Up close, I could see it clearly — the anger just under the surface, barely contained. The kind of man who smiles right before he breaks something.
“That your daughter?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said quickly. “She’s just having a tantrum. I’ll take her now.”
He reached forward.
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