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.
I swallowed.
I had promised the counselor that Lily would never become my messenger.
“I am upset about things that happened,” I told her.
“But my feelings about Daddy are grown-up matters.
You are free to love both of us.”
She considered that with the seriousness of a child evaluating a difficult rule.
“Even if he’s mad?”
“Even then.