Michael turned to him with a nod of respect. “I heard about your daughter through a veterans’ foundation,” he explained quietly. “I was told she’s the bravest girl in Chicago.”
Lily grinned faintly. “I am,” she whispered.
Michael pulled a chair closer to her bed and sat down without ceremony. He didn’t dominate the space. He didn’t perform. He simply reached for her small hand and held it carefully, as if it were something priceless.
“I heard you like movies,” he said.
“I like superheroes,” she replied.
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