But soon, I began noticing strange things.
One evening, while changing my daughter’s clothes, I noticed a small bruise on her leg.
I thought perhaps it had happened accidentally.
The next day, another bruise appeared.
Three days later, there was another one.
I started paying closer attention.
The bruises always seemed to appear on days when Emma stayed with Robert.
“Robert, why does my daughter keep getting bruises?”
He stared at me for a long moment.
“I don’t know, Sarah. I haven’t done anything to her.”
But his voice sounded so nervous that I became even more suspicious.
A few days later, I noticed that my father-in-law had started keeping the bedroom door closed.
Every time I came home, he would hurry out of the room with Emma in his arms.
Whenever I asked why he kept the door shut, he answered, “So the baby can sleep peacefully.”
