“Daddy, can we stop for ice cream? Please, please, please!” I pleaded, kicking the back of his seat.He sighed, shaking his head as he kept his eyes on the road. “Ty honey, sit still. We’ll be home soon.”“But you promised,” I whined, tugging at his seatbelt from behind. “Just one scoop of ice cream. Pretty please?”He looked at me through the rearview mirror and his mouth curved into a soft, indulgent smile. “Okay, just one scoop. And if Mama asks, you tell her nothing, deal?”I giggled, clapping my hands in victory as the car slowed and turned into an ice cream shop. “Deal!”Inside, his hand rested on my shoulder as he guided me to the counter, the smell of sugar and vanilla wrapping around me.“What will it be, princess?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.“Chocolate swirl with sprinkles!” five-year-old me sang out.He laughed and ordered it, but when he turned to hand me the cone, he paused, the smile fading from his face.I frowned at his reaction and turned back to see
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