C86 MML 86

I looked at Amari, peacefully asleep in bed. How do I explain to her that Carl isn't really her father? That her belief in Carl as her true dad isn't entirely accurate? I don't know what to do anymore.

I bowed my head and tried putting myself in my child's shoes. I'd likely be just as confused. Amari's too young for these matters. She's intelligent, and that scared me the most..