Paris was inconsolable. Riveting sobs ripped out of her, bouncing around the playground and drawing the attention of everyone present.
Unrestrained tears spewed out of her once radiant eyes, rolling down her cheeks in rapid succession.
"This is not my Daddy, you're lying."
Her active tears made her words incomprehensible, but Onyx picked up the babble.
She bit her lower lip, shooting King a puzzled look that communicated her alarm.
As Paris cried, shaking her head in refute, she kept pointing at King, repeatedly yelling out the same phrase.
All of Onyx's efforts to stop the little girl's unsolicited wailing fell on deaf ears.
There wasn't much King could do either. He stayed frozen, staring in perplexity, wondering how the little girl could unravel their lie in such a short time.
