In the glass door's reflection, I could see Harry's large, elegant hand gently stroking Vivian's head, pulling her softly into his embrace as he comforted her:

"You didn't do anything wrong. She's just making a mountain out of a molehill."

"Come on, stop crying. You'll look like a raccoon if you keep this up."

Harry playfully tapped Vivian's nose as he spoke.

Vivian's tears turned to giggles, and Harry's face brightened as well as he ...