She Refused to Eat for Weeks… Until the Night She Finally Told Me the Truth

my skin, “I think Daddy is a very bad person.”

“He is,” I affirmed gently. “And he can never, ever hurt us again.”

Emma hesitated, pulling back to look into my eyes. The old fear, the ghost of her trauma, flickered in her blue irises. “Does the new mama hate Emma now? Because my daddy is a bad person?”

I cupped her cheeks, wiping away her tears with my continue reading …