Chapter 39
I walked out of the living room and headed straight for the play room where Taylor was sitting on the floor playing with her toys. I quietly sat down next to her and watched as her dolls wrestled each other.
"Are your dolls fighting?" I questioned.
"Yes, they have to get fight so they can get stronger," She answered,not looking away. They put them down and looked at me with a blank expression in her eyes.
"Daddy when can I start fighting?" She asked me.
I looked at her with shock clearly written all over my face.
"Why do you want to start fighting?" I asked, bewildered.
"I want to be strong and tough, I don't want to be weak like mommy," She said with no remorse in her voice.
I don't want to be weak like mommy.
Her words rang in my ears like a warning siren, the fact th
