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Once the man turned to leave for the store, her son whispered, "Is the man bad?" Still thinking that when people do not look at you, they do not hear you. Jasmine didn't leave Hunter out of her eyes. But what good did it do watching him? She had no weapon on her and basically no protection whatsoever. If he wanted to, he could still harm them, kill them, rob them. And she would only sit and hold her children. [i]I am weak.[/i]

Finally turning her head to her blonde son, she gave him a reassuring smile. "I don't know. Sometimes bad people hide behind a good face." That answer did not, by any means, please the three-year-old. He was confused. Is the man bad or good now? The little boy reached up, pulling on his mother's arms. "Give me."

"You can speak in full sentences, Jace." But Jasmine knelt down nevertheless, handing him his precious beloved little sister and carefully moving him to a sitting position. 

Jace held the little girl in his arms, his face was serious and Jas wished for nothing more than for her three-year-old son to be a three-year-old again. "I p'tect you, Mila", he said.

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