My 6-Year-Old Daughter Came Home From Aunt’s House After A Cousin Spa Day And Lifted Her Hat…

noise. A drawer closing. Maybe Chloe. Maybe not.

I let my gaze move slowly around the room.

There were no pink robes now. No nail polish bottles. No cucumber water. No sign of the spa day except one glittery hair clip on the rug beside the couch.

A hair clip shaped like a star.

It was purple.

Lily’s.

Vanessa saw me notice it.

“Oh, that,” she said quickly.continue reading …