ANNA'S POV
Elias did not like having his hair washed.
He'd go along with almost anything if the truck came too, but the water was the one line he held. He sat in the bath with his arms crossed and his chin tucked down, water running off the end of his nose, and he didn't blink until it was over.
"Almost done."
"You said that."
"I meant it this time."
He sat through the rinse without another word, mouth flat, and the second I lifted him out he was already reaching past me for the truck on the bathmat.
I dried his hair with the small towel. He let me, working the truck through some complicated maneuver between his knees.
"Mama."
"Mm."
"Does my dad know our house?"
My hands kept moving in his hair. I didn't answer right away.
"Why do you ask that, baby?"
He turned the truck over,
