My daughter pulled on my beach cover-up and said quietly, ‘Mommy, Daddy Told Me Not to Tell You What He and Uncle Jim Did in Our Hotel Room’

water. I kept my face soft, but my chest went tight.

“But you always tell me not to keep secrets from you, Mommy. So I wanted to tell you.”

I knelt in front of her, the hot sand burning against my knees.

“That’s right, sweetheart. You can always tell me anything. What happened?”

Lily wrinkled her nose, trying to remember.

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