Kendra’s POV
Fiona reached into the pocket of her jeans, her movements slow and cautious, like she didn’t want to draw attention. When her hand emerged, it was clutching a small, creased piece of paper. She pushed it into my palm and closed my fingers around it before I could say a word.
I stared down at the note, feeling the soft folds beneath my skin, the warmth of her touch still clinging to the paper. I looked up at her, confused. “You want me to take this to Marco?”
She shook her head, the expression on her face making something cold settle in my chest. Her lips curved into a sad smile, and her voice came out quiet, but clear. “No, Kendra. I want you to take it to your other dad.”
She gave me a look like I had just asked the dumbest question on the planet. “Don’t be stupid, Kendra
