One afternoon, Daniel came home early.
A deal had fallen through.
He stepped quietly into the house.
Then he heard laughter.
Not polite laughter.
Not restrained joy.
Wild, breathless laughter.
Daniel froze in the doorway to the playroom.
Maria was lying flat on her back on the rug, arms raised high.
And in her hands—his daughter.
Lily was stretched out like an airplane.
Pink dress fluttering.
Arms wide.
Face lit with pure delight.
“What are you doing?!” Daniel shouted.
Maria startled but steadied Lily instantly, lowering her gently.
Lily giggled, unafraid.
“You could have hurt her!” Daniel snapped.
“She’s not supposed to—she can’t—”
“She can,” Maria said softly.
The room went still.
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