There's a little girl. She's probably two, three at the most. The scenery seems to shape around her - a backyard in the suburbs, complete with a purple plastic swing and a red sandbox. She breaks in a fit of giggles as she runs under the clear summer sky. She stops and sits in the sandbox, panting and grinning. Her lavender dress is stained with dirt, but she doesn't seem to mind.
Marlee? But it can't be Marlee - her skin is too tan, her hair is too curly.
She's playing with plastic fruits and plastic plates. After a while, she turns away and looks at the house. "Mama!" she shouts, her voice like a dozen crystal bells. "Play with me!"
It's not her mother who walks out of the house and into the yard. It's Gabe.
The little girl runs up to him, arms open for a hug. Gabe kneels down and takes her in his arms. "Mommy's out shopping. Can Daddy play with you instead?"
She nods happily. "Okay Daddy."
They both look so happy it's fucking sickening.
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