Daddy’s Little Girl (Chapter 4)

“Here take your shirt,” Eric said, “it’s getting dark.”

Melinda started to put her shirt on but hesitated.

As they turned to head back up the trail, Eric’s hand brushed his daughter’s. Without looking down or saying a word, Eric took her hand and squeezed it.

Melinda almost sighed in relief.

They walked hand in hand, back to where they had left their blanket. They retrieved the blanket and the rest of their belongings and drove home in silence. Both father and daughter had a million thoughts going through their heads.