And for the first time, I was no longer sure whether the thoughts terrifying me were only thoughts at all. 😱💔
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PART 2
For a few seconds, I stood outside Sophie’s door with my hand on the handle, unable to move.
Then I opened it.
Thomas was sitting beside her bed.
Sophie was awake, completely still beneath the blanket, staring at him with the same frightened expression I had seen in the doctor’s office. The moment she noticed me in the doorway, her entire face changed.
“Mom.”
Thomas turned around quickly.
“What are you doing awake?”
I didn’t answer his question.
“What are you doing in here?”
He smiled, but it wasn’t the warm smile I had trusted for years.
“She couldn’t sleep. I came to check on her.”
“With a key I didn’t know you had?”
For the first time, Thomas had no immediate answer.
I told him to leave the room.
He tried to laugh it off, saying I was exhausted, that my first marriage had made me suspicious, and that I was turning an innocent bedtime routine into something ugly.
A year earlier, that probably would have worked.
But then Sophie reached out from beneath the blanket and grabbed my wrist.
She wouldn’t let go.
That was enough.
I locked the bedroom door after Thomas left and stayed beside both girls until morning. I didn’t interrogate Sophie or demand explanations. I remembered what the pediatrician had told me: if a child is frightened, don’t put words in their mouth. Listen.
Around six o’clock, Mia came into the room.
She saw Sophie beside me and immediately began crying.
That was when I realized my older daughter had known something was wrong long before I did.
“Mia,” I said carefully, “is there something you need to tell me?”
She looked toward the door before answering.
“Please don’t make us go swimming with him anymore.”
My stomach tightened.
She explained in broken pieces that Thomas had gradually created rules that made both girls uncomfortable. He insisted on private “special time,” became angry when they refused certain activities, and told them that I would misunderstand if they complained about him.
