The words hit me like a pinprick to the heart. Before I could say anything, she looked up at me, smiled sweetly, and said, “It’s okay, Mommy. She doesn’t tell either.”
A strange chill crept through me.
I forced a little laugh. “Well, sweetheart, babies can’t talk yet. What kind of secrets do you mean?”
She just kissed the baby’s forehead and shrugged. “I’m hungry. Can I have a cookie?”
That was the end of it — or at least, that’s what I told myself.