Emily Blair had barely stepped inside, holding the little girl by the hand, when her daughter instantly pointed excitedly across the room.
“I see Daddy! He’s right over there.”
Emily squinted in the direction her daughter was pointing. The place was packed—a whole crowd clustered together, the lights so harsh it was hard to make out any faces.
“Which one?” she asked, trying to follow.
But her daughter immediately started wriggling, trying to wriggle her hand out of Emily’s grasp.
Emily frowned and said, “Hold still. I’ll take you over and we’ll see.”
Her daughter shot her a dissatisfied look. “Then hurry up!”
Emily took her hand more firmly. “Alright, let’s go.”
The little girl was so anxious her short legs were practically trotting, quickly taking the lead and dragging Emily along. Emily found herself half-running just to keep up.
They reached the edge of the crowd, and the little girl called out in her sweet, clear voice, “Daddy!”
Inside the bar, the music was pounding, the chatter loud and wild. Her tiny voice was swallowed up by the noise.
She tried again, more insistently, straining forward. “Daddy, Daddy!”
Emily let go, watching as her daughter darted into the group of people and, with unerring certainty, grabbed hold of a man slouched back in a booth, clearly catching a moment’s rest.
The sudden appearance of a child drew curious looks from everyone nearby.
“Whose kid is that? How’d she end up in here?”
“She’s looking for Benjamin. Oh, hang on—is that Benjamin’s daughter?”
“Benjamin, Benjamin! Wake up, your daughter’s here!”
Benjamin.
As Emily approached, the name tickled her memory—familiar somehow, though she couldn’t quite place it.
She stopped just behind her daughter and saw the man in the booth slowly open his eyes.
Emily raised her eyebrows, surprised.


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