My Husband Checks Our Daughter’s Mouth Every Night Before Bed and Tells Her, “Open Wider. I Need to See Everything.” When I Heard That, I Opened the Door and Ran Toward My Child, but He Wouldn’t Let Me Get Close to Him. I Started Crying

I could see Lily behind him.

She looked terrified.

“Lily, come to Mommy.”

She looked at Daniel.

Then back at me.

She didn’t move.

That was when I started crying.

“Lily, please.”

Daniel finally stepped aside.

She ran into my arms.

I dropped to my knees and held her.

“Did he hurt you?”

She shook her head.

“Did he make you do something?”

She began crying harder.

“I promised not to tell.”

I looked over her shoulder at Daniel.

“What have you done?”

His face had gone pale.

“I should have told you.”

“Told me what?”

He looked at the little object still in his hand.

Then at Lily.

“Maggie, please don’t panic.”

“Too late.”

I pulled Lily closer.

Then I noticed something on the bedside table.

The white plastic box.