But the strangest thing was his hands.
One day, I noticed his fingers were trembling, and there were small white marks beneath his fingernails.
When I asked what he had been doing, he quickly slipped his hands into his pockets.
By then, I was genuinely frightened.
But what happened the following Tuesday completely changed the way I looked at him.
That day, I came home from work two hours early.
I opened the front door without ringing the bell.
The living room was empty.
Suddenly, I heard my daughter crying in the bedroom.
Then I heard Robert’s voice.
“Easy, sweetheart… Please don’t cry… Your mommy mustn’t see you like this.”
My heart tightened.
“Robert?”
Something fell onto the bedroom floor.
The crying suddenly stopped.
And then my father-in-law appeared in the doorway without the baby.
His face was pale.
“Sarah? Why are you home so early?”
“WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?”
