Imogene Scott

A Week Later…

Lily’s tiny hands clutch at my shirt. Her tears soaks into the fabric as she sobs against my chest. I sit on the couch, rocking her back and forth, whispering, “It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s just working. He’ll be home soon.”

The lie feels like it burns my throat as I say it. I don’t know when Damien is coming home. I don’t even know where he is.

Lily sniffs. “I want Daddy.”

I stroke her hair gently, trying to keep the tears that are threatening to spill from my own eyes at bay.

“I know, sweetheart. I know you do.”

After a while, Lily’s sobs...