Her lips thin, her face draining of color. That’s a weird reaction. No matter how much he hurts her, she’s always happy to see him. “Is it Daddy?” I ask, unsure now. She glances at me, chewing on her lip, and then she gives a sharp nod and crouches back down until she’s looking me in the eye. “I want you to do something for me, okay? I want you to hide in here again, in this very spot, until I come and get you. No matter how long it takes. Can you do that?” I scrunch my brows. “But you already know where I am.” “I do, but…” She leans in close. “Your daddy doesn’t, and I just know he’s gonna
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I don't think the man that beat her mom to death was venesa's dad...
