I was folding laundry in the hallway when I suddenly stopped

From my five-year-old daughter Lily’s room came a soft whisper, the kind of secretive murmur children make when confiding in their toys. But then her words sank into me like ice: “Don’t worry, Teddy. Mommy won’t be mad. Daddy said she’ll never find out.” My heart stuttered. I walked quietly to her door and peeked…
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