“Are you married?”
The little girl stood three feet from Daniel Mercer’s park bench, staring at him with the seriousness of someone about to negotiate the most important deal of her life.
Daniel had spent twenty years learning how to answer difficult questions.
He had sat across polished conference tables from angry executives. He had handled impossible deadlines, nervous investors, stubborn clients, and business partners who could argue for hours over a single sentence in a contract.
But no one had ever asked him that.
Especially not a six-year-old girl with crooked braids and grass stains on one knee.
Daniel blinked.
“Excuse me?”
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