And he was standing in a doorway, alive, reaching down to hug my daughter like he’d done it a hundred times before.
PART 2
I did not storm the building.
Every instinct screamed at me to — but the thing that stopped me was Fiona.
She wasn’t afraid, out there on the sidewalk.
She ran to the man.
She hugged him around the waist the way she hugs me, the way you hug someone you love and trust, and he knelt and said something that made her laugh, and Wendy stood beside them with an expression I’d never seen on her sharp face:
