Ginger had always been quite observant, but it didn’t take much to see Nate begin to spiral. His face became the color of wet cement, and he’d stopped walking. With the crowd of family members still behind them, Ginger couldn’t just let him stand there.
So she whispered, “Come here, sweetheart,” and took Connor from him. Their eyes met, and she tried to give him the fiercest look she possessed. Just a few more steps, she wanted to say.
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