Three years later, in the garden of a mansion, a little girl in a pretty dress was prodding at some ants with a stick as she mumbled, “Hey there, little fellas. Did your parents abandon you too? I know mine has. Isn't my life just sad?”
The little girl then turned to look at the swing in the distance and pouted when she saw the lovely couple feeding each other.
Tossing her stick aside, she ran up to them and shouted, “I want some too, Daddy!”
Vinson shot his daughter a glance.
“There's more in the kitchen. Go ask Helma to get you some. These are for your mommy,” he said while feeding Arielle another strawberry.
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