Shrieks assaulted his ears, which swiveled back only to rise to aggression. She wasn’t making sense. He had suspected this might happen after the first night he had found her acting hysterical. Gabriel did not know much about medicine, but he understood psychology in his own way. His daughter walked a razor’s edge. Something had pushed her over and sent her reeling—only this time the anger came at him, outward, and not internal as it had in the past.
His legs shifted on the sand. If she had been anyone else he would have planted them and waited for an attack. Talitha was his daughter, and he had no desire to come at her again. Once had been enough. Doggishly he mirrored her steps, unwilling to leave himself a still target for whatever madness she might bring down on him. “What are you talking about?” He asked, still ignorant to her awareness about children he himself knew nothing of.
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