I knelt down and straightened the little ring of daisies on her curls.
“Why can’t I call him Daddy?”
“Perfect. Now remember what we practiced. What do you call the tall man in the gray suit?”
She rolled her eyes the way only a five-year-old can.
“Evan. Just Evan.”
“That’s right, baby.”
“Why can’t I call him Daddy? Lily at school calls her new one Daddy.”
I smoothed her hair and tried to keep my voice soft.
