My husband and I had been married for seven years.

My husband and I had been married for seven years.
PART 2
For several seconds, I simply stared down at the little girl in confusion.
She looked about five or six years old with bright eyes and neat braids tied with pink ribbons. The innocence on her face made the situation feel even stranger.
I forced a small smile nervously.
“I think you have the wrong person, sweetheart,” I said gently.
But the little girl shook her head immediately.
“No,” she insisted happily. “You’re Daddy’s other family.”
My heart skipped painfully.
Before I could even process what she meant, another woman suddenly rushed toward us looking panicked.
“Lerato!” she shouted.
The moment her eyes landed on me, the color drained from her face completely.
And somehow…
That reaction terrified me more than the child’s words.
The woman quickly pulled the little girl closer while forcing an awkward smile.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered nervously. “Children talk too much sometimes.”
Then she hurried away immediately before I could ask a single question.
I stood frozen in the middle of the mall long after they disappeared into the crowd.
My hands had started shaking badly.
Daddy’s other family.

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