“Daddy… I went to see Nik, and she was crying. So, I left her alone.”
Blake glanced up from the book he was reading and gazed at Iris. She was standing in the doorway with Olaf at her feet, and she had a sad look on her face. He closed the book and placed it on the table next to him.
“Come here, sunshine.”
Iris ran to Blake and climbed onto his lap. She settled in the crook of his arm.
“Nik is sad. When you're sad, don't you cry?”
“Yeah. Is she going to be okay?”
“Of course,” Blake assured her, smiling. “It’s going to take a little while, though.”
The little girl placed her head on his shoulder.
“I'll paint something for her. Maybe it will make her feel better.”
“That will be great. Nik loves your drawings.”
Blake cleared his throat.
“Baby girl, there's something I need to tell
