‘I never had a dad before,’ Olive said, ping-ponging between topics in a way Iris had learned was common for her age. ‘Me neither.’ A shuffling sound in the hallway caught Iris’s attention. Archer had paused at Olive’s room after his shower. He raised an eyebrow in question at the two on the ground, but Iris smiled to let him know everything was fine. Or mostly fine. ‘But now I have one,’ Olive said, not noticing her father. ‘Yes, you do. You’re lucky.’ ‘I am?’ ‘Sure. Your dad came right away when you needed him. That’s what makes a good dad.’ Her gaze snagged on Archer, on his face, on the
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