My stomach tightened.
“Are you suggesting something?”
“I don’t want to jump to conclusions. But I believe your daughter needs help.”
That evening, a horrifying thought entered my mind.
What if someone had hurt my daughter?
What if that person was living under our own roof?
The following night, I accidentally overheard Emily talking on the phone.
“Yes, it still hurts… I can’t take it much longer.”
I froze.
Who was she talking to?
What was hurting her?
And why was she so afraid of telling her father?
The next morning, I decided to confront Robert.
“Do you know why Emily refuses to participate in your classes?”
He turned pale.
“Sarah, I’ve asked her several times. She won’t explain.”
“Then why does she seem frightened whenever you get close to her?”
Robert stared at me as though he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“What exactly are you trying to say?”
