****
 
 I arrived at Chloe's school using an Uber; she was waiting alongside the teacher. Ben had already introduced me to the lady to make picking Chloe up easier. After four days, I was seeing less of my Sophia and more of Chloe.
 
 There were moments I would call her Sophia, and she'd ask me who that was. I needed to find a way to stop calling her that. I always reminded myself that she was a different being. Aside that, it felt like I had become a mother of some sort.
 
 "Miss Olivia, is Daddy coming home today?" she asked as we got into the car and started heading home.
 
 "He better come home," I replied.
 
 Chloe seemed sad. She was just staring out the window.
 
 "Is something wrong?" I asked.
 
 "No," she said.
 
 "Chloe, you can talk to me," I said. “Tell me what's wrong."
 
 "Today James and his mom come pick him up. He asked me where my mom was," she replied.
 
 I winced.
 
 "I'm sorry he said that," I said. "He didn't mean any harm."
 
 "I know. But it's still hurting me," she said in a broken voice.
 
 I understood her pain. I remember after Sophia died, not a lot of people knew that she was no longer with us.
 
 So they'd come up and ask, “Is your baby okay?"
 
 Or that time after my father died while I was getting ready to attend the school of nursing.
 
 "You don't have to worry," I assured her and stroked her hair. "At least you still have dad."
 
 "And you," she added as she turned to look at me.
 
 "And me," I added.
 
 It looked like Ben was right; if I had agreed to return to the hotel that Ethan had reserved, it would have hurt Chloe.
 
 "What would you love for dinner?" I asked.
 
 "I don't know," she replied, "I'll love whatever you make for dinner, Miss Olivia."
 
 "An open floor, huh?" I raised a brow. "Alright, I'll think of something."
 
 ****
 
 Dinner was almost ready. I hadn't cooked rice in a while, but I found some in Ben's pantry so I figured, why not? And I made some fried rice.
 
 "Something smells good," Ben announced as he arrived.
 
 "Chloe, your dad's home," I called out.
 
 She was upstairs, trying to read through her books.
 
 "Did something happen?" he asked as she didn't respond.
 
 "You might want to ask her directly," I suggested.