When Maren recognized her father across the courtyard, surprise flashed across her face.
The surprise quickly gave way to something else.
Fear.
Harrison crossed the courtyard quickly enough that the assistant principal following him had to hurry to keep up.
“Maren?” he said.
Her arms tightened instinctively around the little boy.
“Dad?”
For a brief moment Harrison simply stared, unable to understand what he was seeing. Owen’s diaper sagged beneath loose sweatpants. Maren’s hands were red from the cold.
The toddler’s shirt was wrinkled and stained in a way that suggested the morning had begun long before anyone should expect a child to take responsibility for another.
“What are you doing here with your brother?” Harrison asked, hearing an unfamiliar edge in his own voice.
Maren lowered her eyes immediately.
“Mom said I had to bring him.”
The assistant principal, Mrs. Gallagher, stepped closer with a polite but uncertain expression.
“Well,” she said carefully, “your daughter has brought him a few mornings recently. We assumed the family childcare arrangements had changed.”
Harrison turned toward her slowly.
“You assumed what?”
Mrs.
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