My husband insisted that he would bathe our little girl himself every night. But one evening, when I secretly followed him, the ground removed from under my feet.

“So step back.”

“I can’t.”

I looked him in the eye and whispered,

“What are you hiding from me?”

Daniel's pale. For a moment, I thought he'd confess everything to me. But he took Emma on his hand and took her to the bathroom.

This time he closed the door from the inside.

After a few moments, my daughter started crying.

“It hurts, Dad...”

And then I heard Daniel's voice:

“I know, honey. Hold on a little longer. Mom can’t find out yet.”

My heart almost stopped beating.