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“Mommy?” she whispered.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
Her brows furrowed. She seemed to wrestle with something far bigger than her years. Then she whispered, almost inaudibly:
“Don’t trust Daddy.”
I froze.
“Why would you say that, baby?” I asked gently.
She lowered her eyes. “He talks weird. Like he’s hiding something.”
I reassured her, but the unease took root. Could this be a child’s imagination—or was there truth beneath her words?
“How was she?” he asked, hope flickering in his eyes.
“She’s asleep,” I said, studying him carefully.
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