Dangerous

“Who is this little lady?” Atticus smiled at Helena.

“This is our daughter Helena,” Wyatt answered. Atticus looked between the three of us, but said nothing. It was obvious that Helena wasn’t Wyatt’s biological daughter, but he chose not to say anything, which I appreciated.

Atticus motioned for the three of us to follow him into his office, “Would you like it if I had my nanny grab Helena so that she can play was some children similar to her age?”

I was hesitant, but I have no reason not to trust Atticus, so I found myself nodding. A moment later, there was a quiet knock at the door.

A petite, older woman peeked her head inside, “I hear there is a little lady in here that might like to go play,” she spoke warmly.

I was slightly shocked at the fact that this woman was a human.

“Helena, would you like to go play with some of the kids here?”

She jumped up and down excitedly, squealing yes over and over.

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