I was trying not to cry. “Like what, Scar?”
“Like…like I’m never bad.”
Oh, sweetie.I pulled her back into a hug.
I glanced up at James again. He had quickly composed himself. For the first time tonight, I realized how tired he looked.
“We should get to bed, Scar,” I said.
She wrapped her arms tighter around my neck. “I want to sleep with you and Daddy.”
James nodded with a smile. “You two go get ready for bed. I’ll clean all this up. And you’re going to need this.” He leaned down and picked up Scarlett’s favorite book.
