CHLOE
As he walked into the office, he noticed a little girl slouched in a chair, head hanging first, maybe second grade, probably? Still pressing ice into his face, he plopped down beside her. Todd came in, holding ice to his busted lip, and took a seat on her other side.
“What are you looking at?” James muttered.
“Your ugly mug,” Todd fired back, without missing a beat.
The little girl reached out, grabbing one of their hands on each side. She looked up at him with big, sad blue eyes. Her bangs were too long, her brown hair messy, and her little dress had stains on it. She squeezed their hands tightly.
“What are you in for?” James asked her.
“I took a candy bar,” she mumbled, still looking at him. “I was hungry.”
He glanced at the secretary. “Seriously? She’s a kid. Of course, she
