Chapter 45

Del turned the dishwasher on. “She’s six, Justin, and she’s hurt and angry and confused. You really think she’d spend that much energy on hating you if you didn’t matter to her? She’s terrified of loving you because she’s terrified of losing you. She just can’t admit it. Not even to herself, probably.”

Justin swallowed around the knot in his throat. “I wish I could believe that.”