I wiped the sweat that had gathered on my forehead and we stepped into my room.
"It is still so early in the morning. Du. You should not be awake."
"Daddy was awake."
"How do you know that?"
"I heard his voice, mommy."
"Oh? Maybe it was a dream. Now, baby, go back to sleep okay? Do you want me to read you a story?"
When she asked that, I wanted her to tell me about her and Ren's history. However, I didn't know how I was going to approach her with that question. Surely, that was such a deep talk for a three-year-old to ask right?
