His Dirty Little Secret
he said, voice warm as he scooted closer.
She smiled sleepily, that gap-toothed grin that could light up the darkest room. “Family hug. Big one. With extra squeezes.”
We both laughed quietly, leaning in until the three of us were wrapped together in the middle of her bed—warm, safe, whole. Her little body fit perfectly between us, Mr. Roar squished in the middle like he was part of the pact. I could feel Dante’s arm around my shoulders, his hand resting on Lila’s back, rubbing slow circles the way he did when she had tummy aches or bad days at preschool.
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