Moria bobbed her head. “Is that big man gone?”
Julia had to smile at that description. Eric Butler did cast a tall shadow. “Yes, he’s gone.” She sat down across from Moria. “Mr. Butler is one of the good guys, Moria. He’s very nice and he works hard to help people every day. You don’t have to be afraid of him, okay?”
“Okay.” Moria’s dark eyes looked solemn and unsure. “I wish he could have helped Daddy.”
“Me, too, honey,” Julia said. “Me, too.”
“Will that nice man keep them away?”
Julia’s heart went still at her daughter’s innocent question. “Keep who away, darling?”
“You know, the mean people.”
Wondering if Moria was beginning to remember something, Julia tried not to show the terror holding her heart like a vise. “What mean people, Moria?”
Moria kept right on coloring the picture of flowers in a big basket. “The ones I heard that night Daddy and I played hide and seek. They were shouting.”
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