The request caught me off guard. "What? Why?"
"Because Tiffany sleeps in Daddy's room now when she stays over, and she likes to sleep late. And when you come early and make noise in the kitchen, it wakes her up. Daddy says we need to let Tiffany rest because she works very hard."
Her words brought tears into my eyes. I couldn’t help it. It felt like something in my chest shattered.
Tiffany was sleeping in Damien's room in our room, in the bed where Ashley had been conceived, where I'd spent countless sleepless nights waiting for a husband who never came home.
And my daughter was asking me to accommodate her.
"Please, Mommy?" Ashley's voice had turned sweet now, "Daddy says if we're all nicer to Tiffany, maybe she'll move in permanently and then I'll get to see her every da
