Dylan looked at the trembling kid standing before him. He kneeled before her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder but she shrugged it away and moved back a few steps.
With a sigh, Dylan let go and looked at her placidly. Sofia looked back at him with large, grey eyes. Her pallor was pale white.
She's so beautiful, Dylan thought. She looks like an angel.
"Hey there, little one," he said softly. Sofia didn't reply.
"Recognize me?" Dylan asked. Should I tell her I'm her father? Will that make things easier or difficult for her later on?
"I guess you don't," Dylan said when she didn't answer.
"That man said he was not my dad," Sofia said softly.
Dylan's head snapped up, "Who? André? Of course he's not!"
"Who is? Do you know?" Sofia asked.
Dylan regarded her carefully and said, "M
