I did not know yet what I was going to say.

I only knew that I had failed, somehow, for three years, to keep this exact moment from arriving, this moment of my daughter alone in a room trying to figure out why a grown woman did not want her, and that whatever words I found now had to be the right ones.

But before I could find any words at all, Chloe spoke, still without looking up from the jar, and she asked me the one question I had been dreading all day, the question I had been dreading, if I am honest, for three years.

Chapter 14 — Am I Really Just Dad’s Girl?