Chapter Thirteen Part 2 - Quality Time

As the bus approached the stop, I could already discern his presence near the roadside. His motorcycle, a sleek black machine, rested just a few paces away, and I knew this was our meeting point. With a mix of anticipation and a hint of nerves, I prepared to disembark from the bus, my daughter Amy by my side.

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The bus came to a halt with a soft sigh of air brakes, and I leaned over to Amy, who was peering out the window with wide-eyed curiosity. "Amy, it's time to get off the bus," I said with a smile, my voice laced with excitement. Her face lit up as she turned to me, a tangle of enthusiasm and wonder in her expression.

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Gathering our bags, we made our way down the aisle, Amy clutching her stuffed bear tightly. Stepping out onto the pavement, the crisp morning air surrounded us, carrying the promise of a brand new day. Amy's grip on my hand was firm, her steps a mix of eagerness and shyness.

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Walking toward him, my heart raced as I watched him turn to us, a welcoming grin spreadin