“Are you mad because I didn’t cut my hair?”
I turned around to face her. “No, sweetheart. I just need to understand something. Why wouldn’t Daddy know you?”
Olivia rubbed Bunny’s floppy ears nervously. “Grandma Patty said my curls are how Daddy finds me… or how he’s going to find me.”
The salon door opened behind us. Clara stepped outside carrying my purse and Olivia’s purple hair clip.
“Call me later,” she said quietly. “Please.”
I took them from her. “I will. Thank you.”
The second we got home, Olivia ran straight to her room.
I followed and sat cross-legged beside her dollhouse while she carefully lined up three dolls in a row.
“Liv,” I said carefully, “why do you think Daddy is coming back?”
She kept staring at the dolls. “Because he does.”
My fingers stopped moving. “Where?”
