that mean?”
My voice was sharper now.
He wiped his hands on a cloth inside the truck.
I could tell he was trying to decide how much to say.
Around us, the children kept talking and choosing treats, completely unaware that something strange was happening.
Finally, he looked at Ellie.
“Why don’t you pick whatever you want tonight, sweetheart? It’s on me. Let me talk to your mom for a minute.”
Every protective instinct in me wanted to say no.
But there was something deeply sad in his face.
Not
