At that moment Sophie looked up and noticed him.
“Dad!”
She jumped to her feet.
The teenage girl immediately stood as well, instinctively stepping back as if ready to leave.
“Sophie,” Daniel said calmly, though his heart was racing. “Who is this?”
The girl lowered her eyes.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she murmured. “I didn’t mean to bother—”
“This is Maya,” Sophie interrupted eagerly. “She helps me with my homework. She’s really smart.”
Daniel examined the girl closely.
“Where did you meet her?” he asked.
“At the public library,” Sophie answered. “She sits there every day reading books. When I couldn’t understand fractions, she explained them way better than my tutor.”
Something inside Daniel shifted.
He had spent thousands on private tutors, elite learning programs, and expensive l tools.
Yet his daughter had learned more sitting on a sidewalk.
“Maya,” he said thoughtfully, “how old are you?”
“Sixteen,” she replied.
“And why aren’t you in school?”
The girl hesitated before quietly telling the truth.
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