I hesitated, and Mariah grabbed my hand. “Please? I really do need your help with something.” “Okay,” I said, letting her pull me into the kitchen. Right away, the dog came trotting over to say hello, and I knelt down to give him some attention. Then I stood up and looked from daughter to father. “So what’s going on here?” Cole wore the sweater I’d given him for Christmas. His brilliant blue eyes, as always, put my heart in a vise. “I have things I want to say to you,” he said, “but I promised Mariah I would let her talk first.” “I’m sorry I lied about the math problem,” Mariah began solemnly.
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