Soon, Byron pulled over his car in front of Lucas’ psychiatric clinic.

Lucas was already at the door waiting because Byron had called him on the way there.

Byron got out of the car and wanted to carry Estelle out of the car.

The little one was still crying. When Estelle saw her daddy reaching out to her, she struggled out of his grip.

“I’ll carry her.”

Lucas approached Estelle and stretched out his hands. “Estie, come to Uncle.”

Estelle was still crying as she shook her head. She sobbed. “