My daughters kept eating as though nothing had happened.
I wanted answers immediately, but Daniel caught my eye and subtly shook his head.
So I forced myself through the meal.
The following morning, I stopped him outside our office.
“What did they say to you?” I demanded.
Daniel glanced around, pulled me away from the entrance, and whispered,
“Look… I don’t know how to tell you this.”
My stomach tightened.
“Just tell me.”
He swallowed, reached into his jacket, and handed me the folded piece of paper my oldest daughter had slipped beneath his plate.
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