For eleven years, I trusted my husband completely.
That was why I ignored the first strange night.
I woke sometime after eleven and reached across the bed.
Daniel wasn’t there. I assumed he was downstairs getting water.
But then I heard the floorboard outside our daughter’s room creak.
A few minutes later, Daniel came back.
“Where were you?” I asked.
He stopped.
“Bathroom.”
I almost believed him. The next night, it happened again.
And then again. Always after he thought I was asleep.
Daniel would quietly leave our bedroom, disappear down the hallway, and return ten or fifteen minutes later.
By the fourth night, I
