7
Marcus
I’d hoped swimming would tire Lily out, but she’s bouncing around the bathroom while I shave talking about the kids in her camp group. How she was talking to someone and then met someone new and then someone else got upset. I’m not following because I’m barely listening. I’m still preoccupied and seething from Cat’s earlier comments.
“Daddy?” she questions and I meet her gaze in the mirror.
Her eyes are wide and focused in on me, so I’m guessing I missed a question.
“Sorry, sweetheart, what did you say?” I ask.
“Do I have a mommy?” she asks.
I clench the shaving cream in my hand, forcing it out between my fingers. “Of course, you have a mommy.”
“Then where is she? Beth said that her mommy lives across the world, but she FaceTimes her anytime she wants.”
Well, FaceTime wit
