“Because you made her feel terrible!”
Something about that bothered me.
“Lily didn’t seem upset when I hugged her.”
Amanda opened her mouth, then stopped.
I remembered Lily running excitedly toward the house after showing me the car.
“Actually, how did she even get the paints?”
Amanda sighed.
“They were left over from the craft activity. I was busy getting everything ready.”
“Did she ask you what she could do with them?”
Amanda hesitated.
Dad noticed.
“Amanda?”
“I don’t remember every little conversation from yesterday.”
Her hesitation made me think there was something she wasn’t saying.
“Can we ask Lily?” I said.
Amanda immediately stiffened.
“Don’t drag my daughter into this.”
“I’m not accusing her of anything. I just want to understand what happened.”
Dad nodded.
“Let’s hear what she remembers.”
Amanda reluctantly called Lily from the living room.
She appeared carrying a stuffed rabbit.
Her smile disappeared when she saw me.
