« You know how she gets. »
But I did know our daughter.
Harper could be moody when she was tired, but she didn’t ignore her father for no reason.
« Did something happen between you two? »
« No. She’s stressed about school. »
His answer came too quickly.
Before I could push him, he kissed my cheek and headed upstairs.
I immediately knew was wrong.
Harper was 19 and in her second year of college.
She had come home for the weekend, and I’d assumed the dark circles under her eyes were from studying.
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