My 10-year-old daughter always rushed to the bathroom as soon as she came home from school. When I asked, “Why do you always take a bath right away?” she smiled and said, “I just like to be clean.” However, one day while cleaning the drain, I found something. The moment I saw it, my whole body started trembling, and I immediately…

I expected a clump of hair. But when I pulled it up, I froze.

Mixed in with the tangled strands was something else—thin fibers, like fabric. As I carefully rinsed it under running water, the grime washed away, revealing a familiar pattern: pale blue plaid.

My heart dropped.

It was the same pattern as Lily’s school uniform skirt.

My hands began to shake. Clothes don’t just end up torn apart in a drain—not like this. This looked like something had been scrubbed, pulled, even damaged intentionally.

Then I saw it.

Faint but unmistakable—a brownish stain, diluted by water but still visible.

It didn’t look like dirt.

It looked like dried blood.