I Arrived For Sunday Dinner At My Daughter’s House

for help carried consequences.

So instead of reacting…

I smiled.

“May I sit next to Claire?”

Andrew shrugged carelessly.

“Be my guest.”

Claire flinched before I had even pulled out the chair.

I quietly sat beside her and gently rested my hand over hers beneath the table.

Her fingers were ice cold.

Her pulse raced beneath my fingertips.

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