The Contract
Who was this lady, and who was this baby?
"Danny?" I asked, making them turn. The baby looked like she had down syndrome; she squirmed in his arms and looked uncomfortable. "Layla."
"Is everything ok? Who... Who is this baby?" I asked, a little scared of his answer. "Layla, this...this is Zoey, my daughter." his words were like a bucket of cold water.
I looked dumbfounded in front of them. The baby kept crying, and he looked concerned, unsure if it was because he was worried about what I'd say or because of the baby. "I'll, uh... I'll get out of your way so you can talk."
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