The Day I Dropped My Husband at the Airport, My Eight-Year-Old Daughter Warned Me Not to Go Home. Minutes Later, I Saw Why.

Lily did not speak for a long time.

Rachel asked what she was thinking.

“Nothing,” Lily said.

Later she came to me in the kitchen.

“Dad used to carry me when I fell asleep.”

“Yes, he did.”

“Was that pretend?”

I turned off the tap.