Something had been off for the past two weeks with Lila, my 9-year-old daughter. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it at first. She’d been coming home later than usual.
At first, it was just ten, maybe fifteen minutes, so I brushed it off, thinking she was lingering with friends.
But then those few minutes stretched into nearly an hour, and my heart began to race every time the clock ticked past her usual time.
I’d ask her, trying to keep things casual, “Lila, sweetie, why are you home so late?”
And each time, she’d shrug, her voice light as if it were nothing. “Oh, just some after-school stuff, Mom.”
But here’s the thing: I knew her schedule inside and out. I’d memorized every extracurricular, every teacher’s note.
There were no new after-school activities — nothing added to the calendar.
My gut told me something wasn’t right, but I didn’t want to push her too hard. I figured maybe she needed her space. Perhaps it was just a phase.
But that all changed last Tuesday.
That day, she came home even later than usual. Her usually bright eyes seemed tired, her steps sluggish as she kicked off her shoes. The knot in my stomach tightened.
“Lila,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended, “where have you been?
This is the third time this week. You have to tell me what’s going on.”
Lila stopped in her tracks, her small body tensing. She turned to face me, her fists clenched at her sides.
“Mom, stop asking me that!” she yelled, her voice shaking with frustration.
“I was walking with Daddy all these days!”
I stood there, staring at her, trying to make sense of what she had just said.
“Honey…” I started, but my throat was dry, and my voice barely came out. “What did you say?”
Lila crossed her arms and glared at me, her lips pressed into a tight line. “I was with Daddy.
You keep saying he’s dead, but my real dad is alive.”
I felt the room spin. Mike — my husband, her father — had died three years ago in a car accident. Lila had been there at the funeral, holding my hand, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe.
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