He looked confused.
“She’s… she’s in the other room.”
Then he practically ran back inside.
I followed him, but before I reached the door, he came out carrying Emma.
My little girl’s cheeks were wet with tears.
And there was a fresh bruise on her left arm.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BABY?”
“Sarah, I swear I…”
“ENOUGH!”
I took my daughter from his arms.
That was when I noticed that Robert’s shirt sleeve was wet, and he was holding a small white cloth.
He quickly hid it.
I didn’t say another word.
That evening, I called our pediatrician and scheduled an urgent examination for the following day. The doctor warned me that unexplained bruises in a baby this young needed immediate medical attention.
I promised myself that until I understood what was happening, I would never leave my daughter alone with Robert again.
