She was quiet while I worked, watching me in the mirror.
Usually I'd fill the silence and ask about school. Tell her stories. Find things to talk about.
Tonight I didn't.
Couldn't find the energy to.
Liora noticed. Her small brow furrowed slightly. "Mom?"
"Hm?"
"Are you okay?"
I blinked and forced a smile. "Of course, sweetheart. Why?"
She shook her head and said. "Nothing."
But she kept watching me in the mirror. Like she was trying to figure something out.
I finished drying her hair and set down the brush.
She rolled onto the bed, burrowing into the blankets, then looked up at me. "Mom? Will you sleep with me tonight?"
My heart squeezed.
"Do you want me to?"
She shrugged. "I don't mind either way." A pause. Then, quieter, "But... you haven't spent much time with Dad lately.
