Then she tilted her head and said, “Daddy, why didn’t the new daddy pick me up like he usually does?”
My hands froze mid-zipper.
“What do you mean, sweetheart? What new daddy?”
She looked at me as if I’d just asked the silliest question in the world.
“Well, the new daddy. He always takes me to Mommy’s office, and then we go home. Sometimes we go for walks too! We went to the zoo last week and saw the elephants. And he comes over to our house when you’re not home. He’s really nice. He brings me cookies sometimes.”