That did seem to comfort Megan a bit more. Sniffling, she lifted her head from Sadie’s chest and turned her face toward me. Her face was red and her cheeks were streaked with tears. It gutted me to see her so distraught, and I wanted to hunt down Ralph at that very moment and beat him bloody.
“Okay, Uncle Cyrus,” she murmured. She moved from Sadie’s lap and climbed into mine, curling up like a kitten. I gazed down at her a moment, stunned. I wasn’t exactly the guy people turned to for comfort, and yet, here was this tiny girl, putting all her trust in me to keep her safe and calm her fears.
Looking up to find Sadie gazing at us with a soft expression, my heart began to race. She reached over and laid her hand on my shoulder. We didn’t say a word, just hovered around Megan, offering her w
