"Oh honey," She says softly. "You're daddy is a wonderful person. He does a good job of taking care of you, doesn't he?" "Does he do bad things?" He asks again. He's extremely persistent for a six year old. I sigh. "Your daddy..." "Answer me," I states. "Yes. But you mustn't get in his business," I finally explain. (Credit please)
"Hello?" Eli spoke into the phone, a giant smile on his face. I heard the voice on the other end of the call, but couldn't make out the words. Eli's smile disappeared and he stared out the windshield. He dropped his phone, but didn't move to catch it. He sat still, wide eyed. "What's wrong?" I asked him as he turned to me. "Tobias is in the hospital."