“You may not have done anything, Em.”
“Then why is she being so cruel to me?”
Mark appeared in the doorway before I could answer.
He had always been good with Emma when she was upset. He lowered himself onto the floor and opened one arm.
Emma leaned against him.
“You may not have done anything, Em.”
“Why is she doing this, Dad?”
“I don’t know, kiddo.”
Something about the speed of his answer bothered me.
“Maybe I said something,” Emma whispered.
“You didn’t.”
