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A tiny finger clutched the hem of my jean, giving it a soft, downward tug.

“Didn’t you say I shouldn't leave the house?” Anna muttered as I grabbed the keys to the café.

I had seriously considered letting her stay home, but with our father there, I couldn't find a moment of peace. Besides, the doctor had explicitly stated she needed supervision.

“Only for a few days, and I can't skip work.” She buried her face into my leg staring shyly at the café door as I unlocked it and led her inside, settling her comfortably on the booth I quickly arranged.

Just then, the glass door nudged open...