“Scheiße.” Michael ran his hand from his eyes all the way down to his chin in exasperation. But the toddler in front of him, who sat curiously in the office chair, only gave him a blank— if not curious— stare.

He’d only been looking for his manager. What did he find when he entered the office? A fucking toddler in clothes too big for her small body— she was nearly swimming in those. He didn’t take care of kids, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to leave her by herself.