A worker remained nearby, explaining that the arrangements were temporary and centered on Ashley’s safety.

Andrew arrived early.

He wore clean jeans and the repaired green jacket.

His leg was supported by a brace, and he held a small bag containing the pink cereal Ashley had wanted.

When Ashley entered, she stopped short.

Her eyes moved from the brace to his face, then to the jacket’s yellow patch.

“Daddy?”

“It’s me, little star.”