"You have two choices," he said, voice a low, unhurried baritone. "You can turn around, walk back to the car, and wait five minutes. Or you can stay."
"Daddy?"
"Stay," she breathed, the word barely audible.
"Come here, little one."
"You have two choices," he said, voice a low, unhurried baritone. "You can turn around, walk back to the car, and wait five minutes. Or you can stay."
"Daddy?"
"Stay," she breathed, the word barely audible.
"Come here, little one."
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