One night I was walking past the kitchen and I accidentally heard a conversation between them.
“Dad, please. I can’t do that anymore,” Emma whispered.
“You promised me, sweetheart,” my husband replied.
What if Mom finds out?
“He won’t understand. At least not before it’s all over.
I was still behind the door.
What were they hiding from me?
When I entered the kitchen, Emma immediately fell silent.
My husband smiled.
Is everything okay, dear?
I looked at my daughter.
Her eyes were red.
“Emma, did you cry?”
“No, Mom. I’m just tired.
She quickly went up to her room.
That night I couldn’t sleep.
A week later, things became even more alarming.
My husband started dating Emma a few nights a week.
Sometimes they would come home after dark.
When I asked them where they were, he always answered the same way:
We arranged some things.
One afternoon, I was picking up the laundry clothes and found a folded sheet in Emma’s jacket pocket.
