Over the Past Few Months, I Noticed That My Husband Had Become Strangely Close to Our 12-Year-Old Daughter. He Even Started Taking Her to the Bathroom and Locking the Door From the Inside. One Day, I Found My Daughter Lying in Bed, Pale and Exhausted. There Were Small Bloodstains on Her Sheets. But When I Secretly Approached the Locked Door the Next Evening and Heard My Husband’s Words, I Froze in Horror… - Page 2

One evening, I tried opening the door.

It was locked.

“Robert, what are you doing in there?”

“Emily isn’t feeling well. Just give us a minute.”

“Then why is the door locked?”

He didn’t answer.

That night, I told my husband I could no longer accept all this secrecy.

He looked at me for a long moment.

“Margaret, if you knew the whole truth, you’d understand.”

“Then tell me!”

“I can’t. Not yet.”

Those words frightened me even more.

The following week, Emily stopped going to school.

When I returned home from work, I found her lying in bed.

Her face was unusually pale, and her lips had almost no color.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“I’m just tired, Mommy.”

I walked over to adjust her pillow.

And that’s when I noticed two small bloodstains on her white bedsheet.

My hands went cold.

“Emily, have you been bleeding?”