She looked at me terrified.
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What about?
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About your father.
Her face turned pale.
- Mom, please don’t ask me that.
I sat down next to you.
- Emma, listen to me carefully. No matter what happens, you can tell me everything. I’ll protect you.
Her eyes were filled with tears.
For a moment, I thought she was finally talking.
But instead, my daughter hugged me tightly.
- I’m sorry, Mom. I’m so sorry!
And smashed.
I kept her in my arms until she fell asleep.
But inside I was ruining everything.
Three days later, the husband returned home with a black leather bag.
He looked exhausted.
Where is Emma? he asked.
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Upstairs.
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All right. We need to talk.
He walked me in the living room and closed the door.
Then opened the bag.