Chapter 17: Truth Through Innocent Eyes
Afternoon light filled Emma's room as she arranged her art stuff like a little scientist. My girl was sorting pencils by color, getting her space ready like it was the biggest thing ever.
"Dad, wanna help me draw a picture?" she asked, still focusing on her pencils. "It's for Mom, but I want to get all the feels right."
"What kind of feels?" I asked, sitting next to her.
Emma grabbed a big paper and started drawing, real good for a five-year-old. "Sad and happy and scared, all together. Like when you really want something but you're worried it'll go away."
She drew three people—us, for sure—but something was up. Not like her old drawings where we were all smiling and holding hands. This one had feelings. Mom had tears, but also a tiny smile. Dad
