Julian closed his eyes for half a second.
“Does your dad know you’re doing this?” he asked.
Rosie shook her head, tears finally spilling. “No. He’d be mad. He says Atlas is family. But families help each other, right?”
Atlas nudged her hand gently, tail thumping once against the concrete.
Julian straightened slightly. “Rosie, how old are you?”
“Ten.”
Ten years old, standing in the rain, trying to sell the last thing keeping her father alive.
“Where’s your dad right now?” Julian asked carefully.
“At home. Sleeping. I left him a note.”
Julian stood. “I need you to take me there.”
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