tell me if he hurt you.’”
My chest tightened. “Ryan… what the heck?”
He turned toward me.
“I was making sure!”
Travis’s voice hardened. “She said, ‘Daddy keeps asking like I’m saying it wrong.’”
I covered my mouth. Suddenly, Emma’s behavior made sense.
Travis continued.
“I talked to him a few days ago. Told him if he had a problem with me, he should talk to me. Stop putting Emma in the middle.”
Ryan laughed bitterly. “You told me how to parent my daughter.”
“I told you to stop making her think she’s lying because she won’t give you the answer you want.” Travis glanced between us. “He said he’d handle it.”
And Ryan’s solution had been to remove Travis.
Ryan pointed at him. “This proves exactly what I’ve been saying. Why is my seven-year-old discussing me with you?”
Travis stared at him. “Because you kept asking her about me.”
