Each time Daniel would take her on his hand, carry her to the bathroom and lock the door. He was unscrewing the water so I couldn't hear what was going on inside. When I tried to get in, he was standing in the doorway.
“I’ll take care of it. Go get some rest.”
One evening, I saw him hiding a small metal box in his pocket. I asked what it was. His expression immediately changed.
“It’s something about work.”
“Then why are you taking it to the bathroom?”
For a few seconds, he looked at me in silence.
“I already told you it wasn’t important.”
I couldn't sleep that night.
Emma's frightened face kept coming back in my mind. I remembered how tightly she was holding on to me, begging me not to let her dad take her bath.
The next morning, I noticed a red mark on her back.
