In that split second, Danielle’s heart shot up into her throat. Before she could react, Niki had already been shoved forward.
She reached out instinctively, trying to grab Niki’s arm, but it was too late.
Everything happened so fast—no one had expected Raffy to suddenly push Niki like that.
Niki didn’t have time to react, either; she was forcefully shoved, her small body stumbling right into the path of the oncoming scooter.
The electric scooter screeched, its brakes shrieking through the air as it came to a halt, just inches from disaster.
In that instant—right before the collision—a pair of strong arms yanked Niki out of harm’s way.
Disoriented and terrified, Niki looked up—and met her father’s impassive face.
“Dad…” The word slipped out before she realized it, raw and fragile.
In her dreams, night after night, her father was always gentle—so kind and warm. But for reasons she couldn’t understand, he was cold as ice whenever she woke up.
Danielle saw Alexander sweep their daughter into his arms, and the knot in her chest finally unraveled. Relief washed over her, even as confusion lingered—she had no idea why Alexander was here, or what had brought him at precisely this moment, but she was grateful all the same.
Her lips were nearly white from fright as she rushed to Niki’s side, carefully looking her over for any signs of injury.
“I’m okay, Mom,” Niki whispered, trying to reassure her. She knew her mother was terrified for her, so she forced a small, brave smile.
Danielle looked up at Alexander, her voice trembling. “Thank you.”
Raffy’s face drained of color the second he saw Alexander. He hadn’t expected his father to be here—he should have been at his great-grandmother’s birthday dinner. Now, Raffy could only pray that Alexander hadn’t witnessed what just happened.
Danielle’s expression was icy as she turned to Raffy, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles were white. Every instinct screamed at her to slap him, but she held herself back.
Leanne hurried over and pulled Raffy into her arms. “Are you okay? That was so dangerous—you almost got hit by that scooter!”
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