My husband pushed me down the stairs, and as I lay shattered at the bottom, my mother-in-law called my father and said, “Come get your worthless daughter and take her back.” Dad gave her only one warning: “If she has so much as a scratch, your family will answer for it.” They laughed at him because they had absolutely no idea who my father truly was.
The air smelled of cut grass.
It was an ordinary afternoon, which had become my favorite kind.
PART 19
Lily’s sixth birthday arrived on a Saturday bright enough to make the kitchen curtains glow.
Dad had spent three days planning a treasure hunt in the garden.
His clues were terrible.
One read, Where the green things grow, but not the green things in the refrigerator.
Lily solved it instantly and informed him that grown-ups needed better riddles.