Allison's POV
Under normal circumstances, I might not have given much thought to damp spots on my daughter's pants.
Kids get wet playing—it's practically in their job description. But after everything that had happened today, my instincts were on high alert.
I carefully brought the fabric to my nose and inhaled.
Alcohol. Unmistakable.
My eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
Lily had spilled soup on her pants during lunch, which was why I'd changed her into clean ones before heading to the park. So how had rubbing alcohol gotten on the middle of her pant leg?
I pushed my concerns aside as we made our way home, keeping my expression neutral.
No need to worry Lily's fragile little mind with my suspicions.
But the questions kept circling in my head like hungry w
