The floor felt like it dropped out from under me. I kept my face neutral, kept my voice calm even though my heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.
“Oh. I see. Well, he couldn’t make it today, so I came instead. Aren’t you happy I came?”
“Of course, I am!” She giggled, completely oblivious. “I don’t like calling him Daddy anyway, even though he keeps asking me to. It feels weird. So I just call him the new daddy instead.”
I swallowed hard. “Alright, alright. That makes sense.”
She talked the entire drive home. About her teacher, Miss Rodriguez. About the sandbox and how Tommy pushed her, but then said sorry. Lizzy went on and on about the picture she drew of a giraffe.
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