Lila forces me out of my daze with her shrieks.
“Oh, Lila,” I whisper. Please stop screaming, I think.
She is often an easy baby. I think she hates him, though, because when William comes over, she is unruly. Naughty baby.
Being a mother to her is difficult. She, like the ring, reminds me of how I may never leave my husband. So I remain in this limbo: a husband and a lover.
These are the secrets I must keep from everyone.
Neither my parents nor my sister nor my best friend would understand.
So I remain silent and allow my daughter to shriek for me.
“Why is she acting like that?” William asks. His tone is not kind. I suspect that Lila reminds him, too, why he will never have me completely. We are united in our resentment for her.
I feel terrible for stating it.