Heading for the door.

Once on the street, you and your daughter travel for several blocks in silence.

The silence is finally broken when Brittany speaks, "Dad?" She asks softly.

You look at her, "What is it?" You ask softly. Very aware of how exposed you feel standing in the middle of the street like this.

Brittany opens her mouth as if to speak, but nothing comes out. You can tell from her expression that she wants to say something important, but she finally says, "Its nothing, its silly, we should keep moving."

Sighing inwardly, you nod your agreement. You dont even realize as you reach up, scratching at a faint tickle at your chest.