[Butterflies filled her stomach at that little squeeze, and she looked up at him with a soft smile. Already guessing who that one certain ally would be.]
Your daughter.
[Your daughter. Not just 'Trucy'--another part of his life she'd come to both understand and accept. Even adore.]
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Your daughter.
[Your daughter. Not just 'Trucy'--another part of his life she'd come to both understand and accept. Even adore.]