“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

“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.”

“And what does Grandpa do after you close your eyes?”

Emily smiled.

“I don’t know. I can’t see.”

I don’t know why, but something inside me went cold. I tried to keep my voice calm.

“Did Grandpa tell you not to tell me about it?”

My daughter went quiet for a moment. That silence was the worst part. Then she said,

“He said if I tell you everything, the game won’t be fun anymore.”

I could no longer pretend I wasn’t worried. But I also didn’t want to scare my child. I sat down beside her.

“Emily, if anyone ever asks you to hide something from me, you can always tell me. Okay?”

She looked at me, confused.

“But Grandpa doesn’t do anything bad.”