JORDAN'S POV

I suspect everyone I don't know or remember crossing paths with . When I saw a lady get close to my daughter, I took a few strides and arrived behind her.

I couldn't strike but waited to see what she was up to. Jora was smart like I educated her.

She didn't say anything to the lady nor kept her smile. She drew backwards when the latter squatted in front of her.

She identified a stranger like I had told her in the past, never to go carefree or smiling to a ...