“Clara, listen to mommy, okay?” I whisper, holding my palms out, approaching her like an animal, approaching my sweet, 7 year old daughter like an animal.
“Okay sweetheart you heard your mom,” My husband, Logan, adds, in a shaky voice. “Hand it over, now!”
“That was loud, loud isn’t good. Mommy does dada know I don’t like the loud?” It was my daughter, it was her voice, her face, but i...