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.
What happened next, you will read in the comments.
I couldn't wait any longer.
Fortunately, we kept a spare bathroom key in our bedroom. I took him and ran down the hall. But at the last minute, I stopped.
If I went inside, Daniel might find an explanation again.
I decided to follow him instead.
After the bath, he put Emma to sleep. He then put on his jacket and left the house. I called our neighbor and asked her to stay with Emma for a few minutes. Then I got in the car and followed my husband.
He stopped outside a children's hospital across the city.
Holding the same small metal box in his hand, he entered the building.
I followed him and I saw him go down to the basement. There was an inscription on the door:
“Pediatric Oncology Department”
My legs bent under me.
Daniel walked over to the elderly doctor and took out of the box some small glass vials and pictures of Emma's back.
"Today the spot was more red," he said. It hurt again when the water touched her skin.
The doctor opened the documentation.
“The final results have arrived.
