(Scarlett's POV)
"We need to talk."
"No, we don't." I keep my eyes fixed on my car, parked just a few yards away. So close. If I can just reach it—
"Daddy!" Lily breaks free from my grip and runs toward him. My heart stops as she launches herself into his arms, and he catches her like it's the most natural thing in the world.
"Hey, princess." His voice is soft, different from the way he spoke to me. This is the voice he reserves for our daughter, and it makes my chest ache. "Did you have fun today?"
"So much fun! Aunt Margaret let me help make cookies, and Grandma Elena has a swing set, and there's a garden with butterflies, and—"
"That sounds amazing." He lifts her higher, pressing a kiss to her forehead. The look in his eyes is almost reverent as he rubs her head.
"Lily, come on."
