She told me about her spelling test and how she had gotten an A. I told her how proud I was. For a moment, sitting on that bench near the fountain, it felt like the world had grown quiet.
Then suddenly her smile disappeared.
She leaned closer to me and whispered:
“Grandpa… please stop sending Dad money.”
I blinked in confusion.
“What?”
“The money you send him,” she said, tugging on my sleeve. “Please don’t send it anymore.”
My chest tightened.
“Lily, that money is for you. Your school, your clothes—”
“Just follow him,” she whispered urgently. “Watch where he goes. You’ll see.”
Something in her voice chilled me.
“Lily… is your father hurting you?” I asked carefully.
Her eyes dropped to the ground.
“I can’t say. He’ll get mad. Just… watch him.”
Then, just as quickly, she jumped off the bench.
“We should go. Dad gets angry if we’re late.”
That night I didn’t sleep.
Her words kept circling in my mind.
Just follow him.
For seven years I had trusted Daniel—not because I liked him, but because he was Lily’s father. I needed to believe he was taking care of her.
But the fear I had seen in Lily’s eyes was real.
The next morning I didn’t open the store. I asked my employee to cover for me.
