“Daddy?” Her hand has wrapped around his fingers, squeezing them as tightly as her grip can handle. “Are you scared?” His left hand, unoccupied, squeezes into a fist. “What makes you think that, honey?” “Your eyes are shiny, like you’ve been crying,” she replies. “And you kinda look like you don’t wanna be where you are.”
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