“The questions weren’t the problem,” Travis replied. “At least, not the first time you asked them, but then you kept pushing after she answered you.”
I looked at Ryan. He wouldn’t meet my eyes.
Travis continued. “She told me you kept bringing it up. Eventually you
told her, ‘You don’t have to protect Travis. You can 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.”
