a few hours.
I chose the second one.
I set it up in a small room next to the laundry room with drawings, juice, and cookies.
—Don’t leave here, princess.
—And then ice cream?
—Then ice cream.
I should have understood that no agreement signed with ice cream is legally binding for a 3-year-old girl.
At 9:10 I went to look for her.
The room was empty.
I felt the blood draining to my feet.
I walked around the kitchen.
The courtyard.
The bathrooms.
Until I heard her little
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