(Author's POV)
On the other side of the city, in the atrium of a shopping center, Phineas stood in the corridor outside the bridal boutique, Aurora's clutch tucked under one arm, his phone in his other hand.
He was scrolling through a message from Benny when something small and fast hit him squarely in the leg.
The impact was enough to knock whoever it was backward. He looked down.
A little girl sat on the floor, blinking up at him. She had a high ponytail, a pink jacket, and the particular expression of someone who was furious but also on the verge of tears and couldn't decide which to lead with.
Phineas recognized her in under a second.
He didn't let it show. He pocketed his phone, crouched down, hooked one hand under her arm, and set her back on her feet with the efficiency of som
