”She’s almost eight. How old’s yours?” He asked softly, placing the the badge on his belt loop again before his overly large hands were sliding into his pockets. “I thank Christ though she’s not a bad kid cause it’s just me and her y’know.”
“Awesome. Maybe my daughter and yours could hang out sometime. She’s four, though.” But it wouldn’t have been quite the good idea to have his daughter and the other’s get together, whether he would agree or not. His daughter was pure at best, but had ill intentions, too. “Lucky you. I get to see mine only on weekends.”
