forced a smile.
“Every marriage has difficult periods.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
Her answer surprised me.
I looked at my daughter, suddenly aware that she was no longer the little girl who had believed every family dinner was a sign that everything was fine.
She was an adult.
She noticed things.
She understood more than I had given her credit for.
“Your father has been working a lot,” I said carefully.
Emma nodded.
“That’s what he says.”
Something about the way she said it made me pause.
“What do
