“One day my little daughter told me, ‘Mom, every time Grandpa gives me a bath, he asks me to play a game. I have to close my eyes, and while they’re closed, he does something…’ I froze. The next day, I opened the bathroom door without warning… and what I saw made my legs start shakingr told me, ‘Mom, every time Grandpa gives me a bath, he asks me to play a game. I have to close my eyes, and while they’re closed, he does something…’ I froze. The next day, I opened the bathroom door without warning… and what I saw made my legs start shaking

Emily thought for a moment.

“When Grandpa gives me a bath, he tells me to close my eyes.”

The knife in my hand stopped. I turned toward her.

“Why?”

She shrugged.

“So we can play.”

Okay?”

She looked at me, confused.

“But Grandpa doesn’t do anything bad.”

That sentence should have reassured me. It didn’t. That night, I barely slept.

My father had always been the person I trusted most. Whenever my husband had to work late, Dad came over to help me.

Whenever Emily was sick, he could sit beside her for hours.

I had never seen anything that made me suspicious of him. But now my mind had taken one sentence and built a hundred

frightening possibilities around it.

The next morning, I started remembering little things that had never seemed important before. A few weeks earlier, Dad

had told me,

“You’re busy. I’ll getEmily