I refused to accept a vague explanation.
We agreed Ellie would remain at home with Nora and Tom while the legal review continued.
We would tell her the truth carefully, with professional guidance, rather than let her overhear frightened adults discussing it.
***
That evening, Nora called.
“Are you angry with me?”
Ellie would remain at home with Nora and Tom.
“Sometimes I’m angry at everyone,” I admitted. “But not because you love her.”
“Will you still come over?”
“Of course.”
***
Several weeks later, we were getting ready for a family outing.
“Will you still come over?”
Ellie appeared in the kitchen carrying two pink ribbons.
“Auntie Claire! Two pigtails, please.”
I pulled out a chair.
“Come here, then.”
“Auntie Claire! Two pigtails, please.”
She climbed up and handed me the ribbons.
Nora brought the hairbrush.
“She washed her hair this morning,” she warned.
Ellie groaned.
“Mommy, it’s not that tangled!”