Over the past few months, I noticed that my husband had become strangely close to our 12-year-old daughter. She had even begun to accompany her to the bathroom and lock the door from the inside. One day I found my daughter lying on the bed, pale and exhausted. There were little blood stains on their sheets. But when the next night I secretly walked up to the closed door and heard my husband’s words, I was paralyzed with horror...

One afternoon, I happened to hear my daughter ask her father a question.

Did you promise that Mom wouldn't find out?

Robert answered quietly.

I promised. But if things get worse, we'll have to tell him.

When I walked into the room, they both kept quiet.

“What are you hiding from me?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Robert replied too quickly.

From that moment on, I began to observe them more carefully.

The strangest thing was that every night Robert accompanied Emily to the bathroom. Sometimes they stayed there for over half an hour.

One night I tried to open the door.

It was locked.

Robert, what are you doing in there?

Emily doesn’t feel well. Give us a minute.

“Then why is the door locked?”

He didn't answer.

That night I told my husband that I could no longer bear so much secrecy.

He looked at me for a long moment.