“Lila, what happened?” I asked gently.
She glanced at her father and then back down at her shoes.
“Nothing. I’m tired. Can I go to bed now?”
“Sure, sweetie,” I said softly, my gaze still fixed on John. “We’ll talk about this in the morning my angel.”
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After she ran upstairs, I turned back to my husband, waiting for a real answer. But he just shrugged and went to the living room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Something wasn’t right.
I knew John was hiding something, but I was too exhausted from the drive and the trip to press him. I needed a night to rest and figure out how to handle whatever this was. I figured I’d tackle it with him privately the next day.
