"How old?"
My heart skipped the moment he started talking again.
For a moment, I didn't understand what he meant. The question hung in the air, simple yet heavy with meaning.
"Our daughter," he said, still not turning around. His voice was low. Controlled. Too controlled. "How old is she?"
"O-One."
Chapter 23: MIP is Up. Enjoy ready, dazzle ❤️