My five-year-old daughter always bathed with my husband. They would stay in there for more than an hour every night. When I finally asked her what they were doing, she burst into tears and said, “Daddy says I can’t talk about games in the bath.” #4 #85

was wrong. My whole being wanted to believe there was some innocent explanation I hadn’t yet seen.

In the morning, I knew I couldn’t live on hope anymore.

I needed the truth.

The next night, when Mark took Sophie upstairs for her usual bath, I waited until I heard the water running.

Then I walked barefoot down the hallway, my heart pounding so hard my continue reading …