Hector rushed to get hoe, always worried for his wife and little daughter. Kayla was crawling now, and he'd missed so much of his son's growing up he wanted to take in everything.
That and he'd gotten both of his girls a little something, because the time of Christmas was near, and while he didn't celebrate he took the opportunity to spoil them both to bits. Not that he needed Christmas for that.
He pushed through the crowds with bags in hand, stopping a few paces after the shop. He'd glanced at the girl there, then only after a moment recognized her. Guilt and worry made him turn around and kneel before his sister. The letter hadn't made him stop looking for her, but Cassandra was very good at disappearing. "Cassie?"