“Hi, little lady. How may I help you?”
“I need to buy some toys, please.”
“Alright. You’ve come to the right place, but where are your mommy and daddy?”
“I don’t have a mommy, but Daddy is somewhere—”
“Megan!”
Adam’s head swiveled in the direction of the voice. A well-dressed man was running frantically toward them from one of the aisles.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Megan, don’t do that ever again! I thought I had lost you.”
Adam shifted rather uncomfortably when the man ignored his presence and pulled the girl into a tight embrace, but he was also touched at the scene in front of him.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I was just walking around to look at all of the toys. Then—”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I…Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Michael Lambert. My daughter’s name is Megan, which I’m sure you know, seeing that I’ve just shouted her name loud enough for the entire store to overhear. Thanks for finding her.”