Dorothy pouted, mumbling, “I asked the hotel staff which room my daddy was living in. They said they’d take me to him… but then they tried to lock me up instead.”

Alexander’s brows furrowed. “Weren’t you looking for your mommy?”

Dorothy’s big eyes darted away, guilt written all over her face.

“Uncle… I’m sorry. I lied.”

Alexander sighed.

He remembered what she had said in the car—that she didn’t have a dad.

His heart ...