Mara shook her head, but there was something tired in her face that never used to be there.
People said I was insane for fighting for those kids in court. My brother said, “Loving them is one thing. Raising ten kids alone is another.”
“That happened one time!”
But I couldn’t let them lose the only other parent figure they had.
So I learned how to do everything by myself: hair braiding, trimming boys’ hair, lunch rotations, inhalers, and how to tackle nightmares. I learned which kids needed quiet and which one needed grilled cheese cut into stars.
I didn’t replace Calla. But I stayed.
While I shoved applesauce pouches into lunchboxes, Mara tightened Sophie’s and said, “Dad, can we talk tonight?”
I looked up. “Sure, honey. Is everything okay?”
She held my gaze for one beat too long. “Tonight,” she said again.
Then she set the bottle beside Sophie’s bag and walked out.
“Is everything okay?”
All day, it sat under my skin.
***
That night, after homework and baths and the usual negotiations over bedtime, the house finally settled.
Mara said from the doorway to the living room, “Can I borrow Dad for a minute?”
I sent Evan to bed, carried Jason upstairs, kissed Katie’s forehead, and promised Sophie I would come tuck her in again later. Then I found Mara in the laundry room, sitting on the dryer like she had been trying to build the courage to stay.
“Dad,” she said.
I leaned against the doorframe. “Okay, honey. What’s going on?”
“Can I borrow Dad for a minute?”
She looked at me with that steady face she used whenever she was trying to be strong.
“This is about Mom.”
“What about her, baby?”
Mara drew in a breath so slow it hurt to hear. “Not everything I said back then was true.”
She twisted the hem of her sleeve around her finger, just once. “I didn’t forget, Dad.”
“What?”
Her eyes filled, but her voice didn’t rise. That somehow made it worse.
“I remembered. I remembered the whole time.”
“I didn’t forget, Dad.”
“Honey,” I said carefully. “Tell me what you mean.”
She stared at the floor. “Mom wasn’t in the river. I know that’s what the police think happened…”
“What are you saying?”
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