“Mommy? Why did we leave Daddy at the house? Was it because he was being bad?”
She didn’t answer; she didn’t know how.
“Honey, I need you to be quiet now, while I’m driving. Just for now.”
“But when are we going to see Daddy?”
“Soon, honey.” She knew it was a lie. Maybe Amy did, too, but she seemed to accept it. There would be more lies in the coming days, lies about the world, about their safety, about everything around them. Amy was a trusting child, maybe she could keep the truth from her a while.