But I clearly saw how he hid a small object in his pocket.
The next day, I noticed my daughter's jacket smelling like cigarette smoke.
My blood was freezing.
Emma, are you hiding something from me?
My daughter looked down.
“Grandma asked us not to tell you yet.
At that time I realized that something much more serious was happening than I had imagined.
Two days later, I came back from work earlier than usual.
I parked the car behind the house so no one would see me.
A dim light shone through the kitchen window.
I walked up stealthly.
Martha was sitting in her old chair. Emma and Jack stood by his side.
There were three small objects on the table.
Then I watched my mother-in-law place something between my son’s fingers, hold her hand, and teach her a movement that was disturbingly familiar to me.
Then he repeated the same thing with Emma.