But one afternoon, I noticed that Emily locked herself in her bedroom and cried after returning home.
When I asked what had happened, she said something that made me uneasy.
“Mom, please don’t ask Dad anything.”
Those words troubled me.
Another time, I accidentally overheard them talking in the garage.
“Dad, I don’t want to keep doing this anymore,” Emily said.
“You promised,” Robert replied. “If we stop now, everything we’ve done will be for nothing.”
“But Mom is going to find out someday.”
“Not if you keep our agreement.”
When I entered the garage, they both fell silent Robert forced a smile.
“We were just talking about the car.”
But Emily wasn’t smiling.
After that, my husband began spending even more time away from home. Sometimes he wouldn’t return until eleven at night.
Occasionally, I noticed an unfamiliar woman’s perfume on his shirt.
One evening, I found a small pink hair clip beneath the passenger seat of his car.
“Whose is this?” I asked.
Robert hesitated.
“Probably Emily’s.”
But my daughter had never worn anything like it. I began to suspect my husband was having an affair.
What I couldn’t understand was why our daughter seemed to be involved in his secret.
Last Sunday, Emily unexpectedly walked into my bedroom. Her eyes were swollen from crying.
“Mom, I can’t keep quiet anymore.”
She sat beside me and handed me her phone.
A bank account was open on the screen.
$183,450.
I stared at the number in disbelief.
“Emily, where did you get all this money?”
She lowered her head.
“Dad has been transferring it to me. For five years.”
My heart began pounding.
“What for?”
My daughter burst into tears.
“So I wouldn’t tell you what happened in his car when I was fifteen.”
A cold shiver ran through my body.
“Emily, look at me. Did your father do something to you? Are you safe?”
She nodded.
“I’m safe, Mom. But you need to know what happened.”
“Then tell me. Right now!”
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