She nodded solemnly, then added with the innocent confidence only a child can have, “Mommy said I can wear her lipstick when I go visit her other house.”
My hand froze midair. “What?”
Lily blinked up at me, unaware she’d just dropped a bomb. “Her other house,” she said simply. “The one with the pink couch. She said I can go there when I’m older.”
I felt a chill crawl up my spine. “When did Mommy tell you that?”
“Last week,” she said cheerfully. “When she came back from her trip. She said I couldn’t go yet because the man there doesn’t know about me.”
The man is there.
I stared at my daughter, my heart thudding.
“What man, Lily?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know his name. But Mommy hugs him like she hugs you.”Continue reading…