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Dusk blanketed the sky by the time they reached the hospital. Against the background of low, flat clouds from an incoming summer storm, a column of windows flew up above them, pouring out florescent light that took on a muted glow in the hazy drizzle.
They drove past the bright lights of the entranceway to the back of the parking lot, and Greta’s hands fisted his cut like it was a lifeline. Her gesture hurt his heart. Despite her nervousness, he’d promised to take care of her, and bringing her to see her father was part of that.
Shutting off the engine, Cutter offered her a comforting smile. His fingers intertwined with hers as he tucked her into his side. At the curb of the sidewalk across from the hospital entrance, Greta broke off and hung back. He chucked her on the chin and said
