It was confirmation of an appointment at a private medical clinic.
Her name was printed at the top.
Below it it said:
“Confidential consultation. The presence of a parent or legal guardian shall be mandatory.’
My hands shook.
Why was my daughter attending a private clinic with her father?
And why didn’t either of them tell me?
I wanted to ask my husband for an explanation immediately.
But something stopped me.
I had to talk to Emma alone first.
That night I went into her room.
She sat on the bed and stared at her phone.
“Sweet, is there anything you want to tell me?”
He looked at me scared.
“What for?”
For your father.
Her face turned pale.
“Mom, please don’t ask me about it.
I sat next to her.
“Emma, listen to me carefully. Whatever happened, you can tell me. I’ll protect you.
Her eyes filled with tears.
