Gabriel
The first thing I do is feed my daughter. McDonald’s —because even though I know it’s crap food, I think after all the s**t she’s been through, she deserves to eat whatever the hell she wants. And in this instance, it happens to be a Happy Meal with an extra toy.
Then we hit the road.
“Papa? Where are we going?” Odette asks me. She’s in the back, buckled in securely.
“Paris,” I inform her.
“Why?”
“Remember Raquel?”
Odette nods, smiling sleepily. “The pretty lady.”
I glance at her in the reflection of the rearview mirror. “That’s right, ma chérie. The pretty lady. She needs my help, so we’re going to pay her a quick visit.”
“Is she in trouble?”
I chew on the inside of my cheek. It’s hard trying to explain things to a six-year-old. I don’t want to frighten Odette, but consi
