JJ
Millie waited until I was halfway through folding laundry to ask me a question capable of stopping my hands completely.
“Who is my real dad?”
She sat cross-legged on my bed with Rabbit tucked beneath one arm, matching socks from the basket while I folded everything else. Nixx and Benny were downstairs, which meant I probably had five minutes before one of them decided I had been gone too long and found an excuse to wander upstairs.
I set the shirt in my hands beside me. “What made you think about that?”
Millie shrugged, but I knew that shrug. It meant she had been thinking long enough to build seventeen questions behind the first one.
“Ava was talking about her dad at art class. She said he lives in another town and she sees him every other weekend. Then she said her mom has a boy
