C45 Portrait

Randle slid from my grasp and walked. Randall had his back to us and was not facing us. His hair is brown and long. I’m not sure I’m prepared to confront him. Every time I think he’s in front of me, I feel like I’m going to pass out.

“Daddy!”

Randle screamed as he went towards Randall, who was facing us. When Randall heard the child’s voice, his eyes widened. No