My five-year-old daughter was still bathing with my husband. They stayed there for more than an hour every night. When I ended up asking her what they

I screamed, my voice trembling, trying not to scream, while continuing to look through the interweaving.
I didn’t say everything.

I simply repeated my address and asked them to come immediately.

Mark didn’t hear me at first.

He continued to talk to Sophie with calculated patience, like a man who believes that each of his gestures deserves confidence, even when it already feels the lie.