Yup, she was definitely my daughter. There was a lull. I stayed quiet for as long as I could handle the silence
“What are you doing here?” Leah asked. I couldn’t entirely read her voice — she sounded happy, just faking annoyance. Or was it the other way around?
“Just here for you.” I shrugged, then looked around the waiting room, which was thankfully pretty empty. Leah raised a brow.
“Glucose tests are boring, and you’re hungry. I’m here to distract you.”
“How’d you know it was today?”
“A little birdy told me.”
“Pinny?”
“I threatened to have Tatty faher him like when you were dating, so he caved.”
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