Chapter 5 - Cleaning The Bloody Scrape In Sunlit Kitchen
Inside the bright, sun-drenched kitchen, David filled a small white ceramic bowl with warm water and antiseptic wipes.
Chloe sat quietly on the counter edge, her bright yellow cotton sundress slightly crumpled from the fall.
“This might sting just a little bit, sweetheart, but Daddy’s got you,” David whispered softly, his voice full of warmth.
He gently cleaned the fresh scrape on her small knee, dabbing away the dried crimson blood with infinite patience.
Chloe sniffled softly, offering her father a brave little smile as the stinging sensation began to subside.
“Are we going to be okay, Dada?” the four-year-old asked innocently, her wide blue eyes searching his face.
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“We are more than okay, baby. Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you in this house again,” David promised firmly.
He applied a colorful cartoon bandage over her knee, kissing her forehead before sliding her safely down to the floor.
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