Daphne finally relaxed. "Then why was she crying?" she asked.Timothy didn't know how to answer that. Instead, he said, "Let's get you ready for the day first. Are you hungry? I finally got the oatmeal right this time. I'll get you a bowl, okay?""Okay! You're the best, Daddy!" she praised.She turned to Timothy again and added, "Daddy, I can wash up and get dressed on my own now. You don't have to help me. I'll do it myself!"Timothy stared at her for a moment, visibly surprised. Then, he looked at me and said, "It looks like letting you take care of her was the right decision."I didn't respond. I was sitting on the couch, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the image of Isaac standing at my door earlier.There was nothing unresolved between Isaac and me, no blame to assign, but the sense of unease lingered all the same, and my thoughts kept drifting back to him against my will.Daphne had already run off to the bathroom, and Timothy walked toward me, frowning. "Is Isaac rea
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