My five-year-old daughter always bathed with my husband. They would stay in there for more than an hour every night. When I finally asked her what they were doing, she burst into tears and said, “Daddy says I can’t talk about games in the bath.” The next night, I peeked through the half-open bathroom door… and ran to get my phone.

At first, I told myself I was overreacting.

Sophie had always been small for her age, with soft curls and shy smiles. My husband, Mark, loved to say that bath time was “her special routine.” He said it calmed her down before bed and took one worry off my mind.

“You should be grateful that I help you so much,” he would say with that easygoing smile everyone trusted.