“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” Evie says. She drops my hand and reaches for Lucio’s.
Suppressing a little sigh, I follow the two of them out of the office…
How could I say no?
The kid had turned the full force of those gray eyes on me and I found myself saying yes.
Now, she’s slipped her hand in mine as we walk to the kitchen, and it feels f*****g weird.
Because she had reached for me.
And for the first time, she doesn’t look scared or skeptical or nervous.
In fact, she seems pretty happy.
She’s skipping as she walks, her long blonde braid bobbing over her shoulder. She glances up at meand gives me a grin that reminds me of myself…
Before my father beat it out of me.
We enter the kitchen. Evie immediately moves to the center island. She struggles to get up on one ofthe barstools
