“Dada! Dada!” a small voice calls out, and my head flies up just as Fenric, all bundled up with red cheeks staining his face, comes barreling down the slippery sidewalk headed straight for me. And running behind him is Tinsley. Crap. “Dada?” Keegan questions, her head flipping back and forth like a ping-pong ball between the two of us as I make a quick adjustment and catch my little boy at full speed, swooping him up into my arms and kissing his cold, runny nose. “Did he just call you, Dada?” Fear grips my lungs, and I hold him closer to me before I meet her shocked green eyes and answer,
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