Chapter Twenty
Tiffany
“Children are resilient,” the therapist said to us as we sat on the sofa in her office, side by side. “I’m sure if you tell her slowly, she’ll understand things. And give her time to let each word soak in. It’ll be a bit confusing for her at first. But it is what’s best for the child.”
I agreed. “I think so, too.”
Jasper held my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Okay, so now we know how to tell her. Is school almost over?”
Nodding, I found him getting up and pulling me up with him. I looked at the therapist. “Should we pick her up together? Or should he wait at my place? I don’t know what’s best here.”
She got up, walking us to the door. “In my opinion, it would be best to tell her at home where she feels safe.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do,” Jasper said. “We’
