“Emily, if something is going on, you can tell me.”
She answered immediately.
“Nothing is going on.”
But that “nothing” began eating away at me.
Several times, I noticed that whenever I entered a room, they suddenly stopped talking.
One evening, Emily was showing Daniel something on her phone. The moment she saw me, she turned the screen away.
Another time, I heard Daniel say,
“Don’t tell your mother yet.”
When I walked in, they both went silent.
By then, I felt as if there was a secret inside my own home, and I was the only person who knew nothing about it.
Two weeks later, it was my sister Sarah’s birthday party. There were around twenty people in the house.
Music, laughter, children talking, the smell of food coming from the kitchen.
I kept trying to convince myself that I had simply become too suspicious over the
