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...

“Margaret, if you knew the whole truth, you would understand.

“Then tell me!

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I can't. Not yet.

Those words scared me even more.

The following week, Emily stopped going to school.

When I got back from work, I found her lying in bed.

His face was unusually pale and his lips were almost colorless.

“Honey, what’s wrong with you?”

“I’m just tired, Mom.

I walked up to accommodate the pillow.

And that's when I saw two little bloodstains on her white sheet.

I felt my blood freezing.

“Emily, have you been bleeding?”

My daughter immediately covered the stains with the blanket.

Please, Mom, don't be angry with Dad.

I hadn't even mentioned her father.

Why would I have to be angry with Dad?

Cerró los ojos.

—Prometí que no lo contaría.

Justo entonces, Robert apareció en la puerta.

Su mirada se posó en la sábana.