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…

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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.His expression changed instantly.

—Emily, ¿por qué no me llamaste? —preguntó nerviosamente.

Luego se volvió hacia mí.