Lisa's POV
He held the girl with this easy familiarity, like she'd always belonged in his arms. They even looked alike.
‘It’s like looking at a mirror image.’
I ducked low in the seat, just enough to not be seen, and cracked the door open.
Babbie said nothing. Just popped a lollipop in his mouth and scrolled casually on his player. Like watching me tail someone into a mall was a casual Wednesday afternoon for him.
I slipped out and crept closer, using a tree and one of those animal-shaped trash cans as cover.
From behind a smiling giraffe, I watched Damon lift the little girl higher in the air as they went further and further from the residential area towards the mall.
“What have you eaten today?” he asked.
She shook her head, pouting. “Nothing.”
Damon narrowed his eyes. “Really?
