“I want one of those.” Petunia stared up at her uncle. “Can I have one for me and my friend?”
I smiled and rose from my spot, tucking my phone back into my pocket. “That toy is for grownups. Maybe when you’re bigger.”
“My friend is big. Can he have one?” she asked, lacing her fingers together. “Please.”
I shared a concerned look with Cassandra, who climbed out from beneath the canopy. “I want to meet your friend. Does he work here?”
She shook her head. “Oh no. I only see him at the playground sometimes, but he does come by my school.”
“Aren’t you a little young to be in school,” Cassandra asked.
“She’s in Pre-Kindergarten,” Max answered.
“Next time you see him, introduce him to one of us. If we think he’s old enough, then we’ll give him one too,” I said to Petunia.
This family was in more trouble than we’d thought. If the guy from the park was a stalker, and he was getting access to Petunia, then he might already know everything about her.
I took Max by the arm and led him out of the room. “You two have fun.”
“We will,” Cassandra said.
