“Well, I'm still mad at her.” “Why's that?” “Because,” she says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. “She lied to me. She should have told me who you are that first day at the park.” Sighing, I sit on the floor and pull her into my lap, thankful when she goes willingly. “Sometimes grown-ups do things to try to protect people they care about. Your mom was just trying to protect you.”
