A lady came to our room.
“What is it, baby?”
“Mommy… Daddy told me not to tell you what he and Uncle Jim did in our hotel room.”
The words landed like a stone in still 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?”
Daddy hugged her, Mommy.
Lily wrinkled her nose, trying to remember.
“A lady came to our room. She had dark hair. She was pretty.”
“A lady?”
