Dan pressed his hands to the toy shelf, eyes wide. “Papa, can I have this one? Please?”
Riley crouched beside him, forcing a gentle smile. “Maybe for your birthday, sweetheart. Not today.”
Dan pouted, lower lip trembling.
Riley sighed, glancing at the price. With Avery just starting his hospital job and the loans hanging over them, every dollar mattered.
“Let him have it,” came a voice behind him.
Riley turned. Avery stood there in simple clothes, exhausted but soft-eyed.