Chloe stayed quiet in the back seat on the drive to my mom’s.
Knees tucked to her chest, staring into nothing.
“Sweetheart,” I said gently, glancing at her in the mirror, “are you sure about what you saw?”
She nodded once, hard.
“I know what I saw, Daddy. They were real.”
My stomach churned.
I pulled into my mom’s driveway, kissed Chloe’s forehead, and told her she could have hot chocolate and cartoons while I “ran an errand.”
My mom looked at me like she could see straight through my face.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Just… something I need to check,” I said, forcing a smile that probably looked like a grimace.
