“Do you like my dad?” Nico asks in a singsong voice. “Because he likes you.” Ellie’s eyes collide with mine. “He said that?” Nico lets out a puff. “Well, no, but he said you’re pretty.” Her cheeks flush. “He’s never said anything to me.” “He’s shy.” Nico fails to keep his voice at a whisper. “Not true,” I say. “Just a coward then?” Ellie’s eyes spark with quiet challenge. If she wants me to call her pretty, then I’ll do just that, but later, when my son isn’t present to hear what else I have to say.
