Ruined By Mr. Cross
“I told you, I have a reputation.”
Lucy rolled her eyes with the exact dramatic flair of a woman three times her age, and went back to her bowl, and Damien straightened, catching my hand, and together we stepped back out into the hallway, leaving Naomi and Lucy to their sugar-heavy cookies and the ordinary Tuesday neither of them knew had almost not happened.
“She doesn’t know,” I said quietly, once we were alone. “Any of it. The parking lot, the laptop, the photograph.”
“She will, someday, when she’s old enough for the truth to be a gift instead of a wound,” Damien said. “Not today. Today she gets cookies and sugar and a father who apparently has a stone-skipping reputation to defend.”
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