“Your dad and I have a… thing we need to go to…” Daisy’s suspicious gaze briefly slid to me before a change I knew well washed over her deceptively sweet face. Oh, no... BRACE YOURSELF, B! “B-but…” Daisy’s lower lip trembled as she turned to Baltasar—her big brown eyes filling up with fat tears. “You’re my dad now, too, Blunty.” “Oh, my godddd,” Baltasar gasped, and it was all I could do not to laugh at how close to crying he looked. “I’m sorry, D. I-I’ll make it up to you, okay? We could go shopping this weekend. How does that sound?” “Deal.” She smirked, returning her attention to her
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