Chapter 31

I’m not sure how I feel about that, to be honest. Do I wanthim to stay?

I just don’t know.

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When six o’clock rolls around, Riley eagerly waits for Molly her book bag slung over her back, her thumbs hooked into the straps. I stop by the front desk to see her off, and she turns up her cheek so I can give her a kiss. “Have a good time with Ms. Molly,” I tell her.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun!” Riley says. “We’re having sketti for dinner, which is my favorite!”

Tamping down a grin, I tease, “I thought pizza was your favorite.”

Riley rolls her eyes. “It was yesterday, jeez. But today it’s sketti.”

“Spaghetti,” I correct.

Her nose wrinkles as she mimics, “Piss-sketti.”

Yeah, that sounds appetizing.Tugging playfully on her ponytail, I ask, “Are you going to be a good girl tonight?”

“Daddy, I’m alwaysgood.”