“He’s gone, you can come out now.” She whispered softly lifting the laced pink bed skirt and peeking into the shadowed darkness. “I said, he’s gone. Now where have you run off too?” In annoyance she folded her bare arms across her chest and put her head down. “We were going to play a game.”
“What game?” A stern male voice asked above her.
“Nothing, Daddy.” Her voice was soft and timid.
He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet and crouched to her level. “Girl, if I find out you’re fibbing, do you know what will happen?” She nodded swallowing the hard lump in her throat, and reaching up to touch a scar just above her right eye.
“That’s right, now go on and play before I change my mind. Do you understand?” He rubbed down her arm with gentle anger and stood up to…
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