Chapter 12

"Your boss? That bad guy?"

"Uhh... Yes."

"I hate him, Mommy," my child said without thinking. I just sighed.

"But, baby, you both have the same eyes, right?"

"I still hate him."

I bit my lip. It felt like it would be harder to explain things to my child now. If only she hadn't seen what happened at the vacation house, it wouldn’t be this difficult.

"You can't hate him, baby," I said, and she paused her coloring, looking at me with a frown.

"Why? Because he's your ...