My Daughter Was 15 When She Finally Looked Me in the Eye and Whispered, “I Don’t Tell Dad When I’m Hurting Anymore. He Says I Only Do It for Attention.” The Next Afternoon, I Checked Her Out of School and Drove Her to the Hospital Without a Word to My Husband. Halfway Through the Scan, the Technician Went Completely Quiet.
Every task gave my hands something to do, but my mind kept going back to the five weeks we had lost.
“Be honest with me,” I said to Karen.
“Did you ever think something was wrong with the way Gregory spoke to Paige?”
She stared into her cup.
“Yes.
I figured it was your marriage to handle, and I was scared of making things harder for you.
I should have asked more questions.”
I was grateful that she didn’t give me the kind of comfort that pretended the problem wasn’t real.