Rainey didn’t know how his day had been. Was it stressful? Maybe she should ask how his work was before she mentioned anything. If he were too stressed, she wouldn’t mention anything. But would that raise a flag for him? What if he knew something was up?

“Grace. What happened?”Daddy asked.

“I’m fine. Nothing is wrong,” she quickly said, realizing she hadn’t answered his question.

Daddy looked down at her and stared into her eyes for several seconds.

“Are you sure?” Daddy asked.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sure.”

“We’re going to go take her lunch. If you need anything don’t hesitate to knock,” Daddy said to Grace.

“Have fun. I know you’re the Daddy but make sure she gets off her feet!” Grace called out.

Rainey groaned and shook her head. She had sat down three or four times already.

“What am I hearing about you not resting?” Daddy asked as they walked into her office.

Rainey pointed a finger up at him. “I have! When the girls came over, I was sitting down the whole time. Grace made me sit down several times before you got here. I have been off my feet!”

She was not going to get into trouble for something she had done.Rainey was getting worked up about it.

“Little girl.”

“I’m serious. You can look at the camera feed if you want. I’ve sat down so much today.”

She wouldn’t have suggested it if it wasn’t true. It felt weird to be resting this much, but she knew Grace was right.

“Rainey. Listen to Daddy.”

“Am I going to be in trouble?”

“No, Little girl. I believe you.”

She let out a breath of air and nodded. She didn’t know why she panicked Maybe it was because it was going to bethe first official punishment. From the books she’d read and people she’d talked to, the first one was always the most nerve-wracking.

“Really?” she whispered.

“Yes, Rainey. I know you’ve put your feet up because Grace has sent me pictures.”

“You’re lying.”

There was no way he got Grace to send him pictures of her when she was resting.

“I’m not lying, Little girl.”

“You asked her to send pictures any time I sat down?”

Rainey couldn’t believe it.

“I didn’t. She just sent them to me. I promise. You can go ask her. Better yet, you can read through the messages. It starts with her sending me pictures of you sitting and ends that way.”

“Really?” she whispered.

“I wouldn’t lie to you. Do you want to see the messages?”

“No. I trust you.”