My Four-Year-Old Called Grandpa After My Husband Broke My Leg

I don’t.”

“You will.”

Patricia stepped closer.

“Lauren, be practical. No one wants this to become public. Think of Lily. Think of what people will say.”

I turned my head toward the pantry.

Behind that door, Lily was silent.

Too silent.

I looked back at Daniel.

“You still think I’m alone,” I whispered.

His smile flickered.

“What?”

Despite the pain, I laughed.continue reading …