“Dad says I shouldn’t talk about our bath games.”
A chill ran through me.
I forced myself to stay calm.
“What kind of games?” I asked softly.
She shook her head, already crying.
“She said you’d be mad at me…”
I hugged her and told her I would never be mad at her.
But she didn’t say anything else.
That night I didn’t sleep.
I lay next to Daniel, listening to his steady breathing, while my mind raced between fear, confusion… and the desperate hope that I was wrong.
The next morning, I knew waiting wasn’t enough.
I needed the truth.
The following night, when he took Lily upstairs for her usual bath, I waited.
Barefoot in the hallway.
My heart pounding so hard I felt it echoing through the walls.
The bathroom door wasn’t completely closed, just a crack.
Just enough for me to see inside.
I leaned in a little closer…
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