“I’m going to miss you.” She looks up at Marlow with pleading eyes. “Can I play with Waffles again soon?” I’m stunned speechless when Marlow crouches down in front of Lola and tucks a piece of stray hair behind her ear. “Of course, you can.” She shoots me a glare, daring me to say otherwise. “Besides, I don’t think I could keep him away now that he’s met you.”
