Hazel's POV
"I like Elliot, mommy. And I like it if you do too" she says and I take a few seconds to process if what she said is what I just heard.
"Huh?" I ask her again
"Elliot. He always looks at you like dad looked at you in those pictures" she says pointing to various pictures of Adrian and I on the wall.
I look at them for a minute and then look at my daughter again. She is playing with her own fingers as she walks forward to sit on the couch.
I sit beside her and hold her hand in mine.
"I may be seven. But I can understand mom" she says, and I nod.
"And you don't have to worry about all this, sweetie. It is my job to worry", I say and smile, but I see she does not find it funny.
"Mom, I always saw you working so hard. I get good grades because then you will have fewer
