“Of course I f*****g do,” I snap. “But she’s five. She’s not going to understand either way.”
“Children respond to love, Isaak. Just be there for her. She warmed to you so fast. I think that’s a good sign. A hopeful sign for the future.”
I glance towards my daughter. She’s still pursuing the butterfly around the garden, giggling every time it flits out of her reach.
“That’s what you would have been like, if you’d been allowed a childhood.”
“Childhoods are for children. I was never a child.”
Mama sighs and looks at Jo with regret. “Look at that little girl and tell me she doesn’t deserve one. Tell me she doesn’t deserve two loving parents.”
I grit my teeth. “I will tell Camila.”
“She already suspects the truth if she’s searching the house for Jo,” Mama points out. “What are you waiti
