Your leg was cut. To this day, I don’t even know how it happened. I’m so sorry about that, Justine.
We had to go to the hospital. I tried to come up with a story. You were standing on a chair. You wanted to chop veggies like you’d seen Mommy doing. You tripped. You fell.
The doctors didn’t believe me.
I started shaking uncontrollably when they brought the policeman in. At first, he thought he was questioning me in a case of suspected child a***e. He had no idea I’d just ended your father’s life.
But the truth came out.
I suppose it always will. At least, that’s what the Bible says. Still, I like to indulge myself in daydreams from time to time, think about that nice lady in Toronto who might have hired me as a nanny, think about her imaginary little girl who would have become your be
