At that moment, Emily stepped out of the kitchen and looked at the grandfather in silence. There was something in the way they exchanged glances that I couldn’t understand.
While we were coming home, I asked my daughter if anything worried her.
“No. Grandpa is very good to me,” he replied quickly.
That night, Emily stood in front of the mirror, watching her reflection closely. Then he turned to me.
“Mom, you know what Grandpa told me?”
“What did he say?”
“He told me that I have a very nice figure and that soon everyone will notice it.
I felt the blood freezing.
I tried to stay calm.
When did he tell you that?
“Yesterday, when we were in the upstairs room.
“And what were they doing there?”
Fear appeared on Emily’s face.
I can’t tell you. I promised him.
I didn’t sleep that night.
I couldn’t help but think of my father’s closed door, secrets and restless expression. I tried to convince myself that maybe Emily had misinterpreted her words, but, as a mother, I couldn’t ignore them.
The next day, I called my father and told him I needed to leave Emily with him for a few hours. He accepted, but I noticed a strange tension in his voice.
After accompanying my daughter to the house, I pretended to be leaving. I parked on a nearby street and came back ten minutes later.
The front door was open.
