At first, I laughed.
A father and daughter had a little secret between them. There was nothing wrong with that. But as the days passed, their
behavior became increasingly unusual. Sometimes Daniel would take Lily into the kitchen, to the corner of the living room,
or near the stairs. He would whisper a few words and ask her to repeat them. The moment they noticed me, they both
pretended nothing had happened.
One evening, I walked into Lily’s room and found her standing in front of the mirror, quietly repeating something.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?”
She turned around nervously and quickly hid her hands behind her back.
“Nothing.”
“Did Daddy ask you to say something?”
Lily lowered her eyes.