When cold handcuffs closed around his wrists, she explained calmly that he had an outstanding warrant for an unpaid citation. The charge didn’t matter. What mattered was that his missing daughter was arresting him without knowing who he was.
As she stepped back, something flickered in her eyes—curiosity, maybe confusion. He quietly asked her if he could ask one question. She hesitated, then agreed.
He mentioned a scar on her eyebrow and described how she got it at age three, falling off a red tricycle and demanding ice cream moments later. Her composure faltered.
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