shampoo. I had no idea, tying that little bow, that in less than an hour my daughter would see something I never could have on my own.
Zoe suddenly went still in my arms. Her small fingers dug into my forearm hard enough to leave marks. “Mommy,” she whispered. “We have to save Daddy.” “Sweetheart, what?” “Daddy.” Her eyes had gone huge and serious. continue reading …
