"I don't want to go to sleep. It feels like I haven't even got a chance to enjoy the fact that you're home. It's been a very long day." We were sitting on the couch in the living room, our old hangout spot. She had her head on my shoulder and I held her hand in mine.
Knowing what I know now, I have no doubt that there are ears and eyes all over the place but I was hoping that her dad was cool enough not to spy on us. I wouldn't say that I was in the clear, but after the talk we had earlier I sense definite progress.
I didn't share any of what we talked about with her, and she'd been so preoccupied with her own revelations that she didn't ask. I spoke too soon because no sooner had I had the thought than she turned up her face and asked.
"'What were you and daddy talking about so long in
