That evening, she came downstairs wearing a thick, long-sleeved sweatshirt.
Our house was warm enough that Daniel had opened the kitchen window.
« Aren’t you hot, honey? » he asked.
« No. »
A few minutes later, he asked whether everything was okay.
Emma insisted she was fine.
But when she started pulling her sleeves over her hands, Daniel asked again.
« Em, something’s bothering you. »
She looked at me, then told him what Tyler had said.
Daniel listened without interrupting.
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