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Because Sadie smiled all the time.
At everybody.
About everything.
It was one of the things that made her...
Dangerous.
Seeing her without that smile?
I couldn't picture it.
Apparently, Hank could.
Because pain flashed across his face.
Real pain.
The kind fathers carried.
"Did he hurt her."
It wasn't a question.
Hank looked at me.
For the first time.
Directly.
"Yeah."
The single word landed like a punch.
My jaw tightened.
Hard.
"Did he put his hands on her?"
The silence answered before he did.
My vision narrowed.
Just slightly.
Enough.
Enough to know.
Enough to understand.
Enough to feel something ugly waking up inside me.
The old Ranger.
The soldier.
