Henry's POV
The orange-haired woman patted my hand.
"No need to be nervous; you are their dad. They missed you."
She seemed to misunderstand my hesitation. Under Mrs. Howard's amused eyes, I exited the car and first spoke to the driver, who was already standing outside.
"Bring that black-haired girl to one of the free rooms."
He nodded, and I was relieved that I didn't have to touch her again. Each time I did, Kenny's countless stab wounds would pop into my head, and I was unable to guarantee Henrietta's safety. Carrying her up a staircase would be too much of a temptation, so if the free rooms were upstairs, it would be better if someone else took her there.
"Daddy!" The six-year-old girl ran to me, hugging me. She was wearing a black and white dress with a big ribbon around her neck. She looked what people would probably call adorable.
