in rage.
“Yes,” I whispered. “And Mommy and Daddy stopped her. The nurses helped. You are safe now.”
Lily blinked slowly.
“Daddy was mad.”
“Daddy was scared,” I said. “We both were.”
“Will she say sorry?”
I did not know how to answer.
My mother had said many versions of sorry in my life. Sorry you felt that way. Sorry you made me angry. Sorry everyone misunderstood continue reading …
