On Thursday night, I pretended to fall asleep. Daniel lay beside me for almost twenty minutes.
Then he moved. Carefully. Quietly. He slipped out of bed. I waited until the bedroom door closed.
Then I followed him. He went downstairs first. Into his office.
I watched from the dark hallway as he unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk.
He removed the small white box.
Then something metallic. He put both into his pocket.
My heart began pounding. He went upstairs.
Straight to Lily’s bedroom. He closed the door behind him. I stood outside.
At first, I heard nothing.
Then Daniel spoke.
“Open wider.”
Every muscle in my body froze.
Lily’s voice came next.
“Daddy… I don’t want to.”
“Just a little more.”
“Can we stop?”
“Not yet.”