Mine
His arms wrapped securely around her trembling body, anchoring her as she shook uncontrollably.
“It’s okay, love,” he whispered gently into her hair. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Mr. Wright could sense his daughter’s insecurities from her body language.
Kimberly clutched onto his shirt tightly, gripping it as though she was afraid he might disappear if she let go.
“Promise me, Dad?” she murmured through broken sobs, her voice small and fragile.
“I promise, love,” he reassured her immediately, tightening his hold slightly. “I promise.”