Your Children Are Not Luggage
Silence.
The first lie had been easy for him. The second one got stuck.
“Dad,” he said quietly. “What did Lily tell you?”
I looked through the glass at my granddaughter’s hospital curtain. I looked at Mason in the blanket. I looked at the officer’s pen hovering above his notebook.
“She didn’t have to tell me much,” I said.
Brian’s breathing changed. “Do not make this bigger than it is.”