The Barefoot Boy’s Dance Revealed Her Father’s Hidden Fear

cheeks.

Marcus lowered his voice.

“Bella.”

“I want to dance.”

“Not here.”

The words came out too quickly.

Too sharply.

Her face closed.

Marcus hated himself instantly.

He reached for her hand.

“Sweetheart, I only mean—”

“I know what you mean,” she said.

That hurt worse.

Then the barefoot boy entered.

No one knew where he came from at first.

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