The man reacted instantly, striking the girl hard across the cheek. The crack echoed through the diner, drawing gasps.

“She’s allergic,” he snapped coldly. “Mind your own business.”

Daniel’s jaw tightened, but he knew not to ignite the situation further. Rising casually, he strolled to the payphone by the door and dialed the sheriff. “Possible abduction. Miller’s Diner. Need backup fast,” he whispered, eyes locked on the man.

Within minutes, squad cars screeched to a stop outside. Sheriff Tom Harlan entered, his hand resting on his holster. The man remained calm, retrieving documents from his bag: a birth certificate, custody papers, even a driver’s license. Everything matched. The name was Michael Anders, father of Emily Anders.

Relief washed over some diners, who went back to eating. Sheriff Harlan looked uneasy, but protocol was clear. Without solid grounds, he couldn’t detain the man. Michael smirked, preparing to leave.

But then Emily tugged at the sheriff’s sleeve, muttering with trembling lips:

“That’s not my daddy.”

The room fell silent. Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Sheriff Harlan’s instincts told him something wasn’t right, but legally, his options were limited. Keeping his voice steady, he said, “Mr. Anders, I’ll need you to come with us to the station for some routine questions.”

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