“Maybe you were sleeping very deeply.”
From that day on, I began to fear the nights.
Several times, I noticed in the morning that my slippers had been moved and the chair beside my bed was in a different position.
I told my son.
“Mom, Rebecca loves you very much. You’re probably just tired.”
But one evening, when my daughter-in-law thought I was asleep, I overheard her talking on the phone.
“Yes, it’s happening again. If Michael finds out what’s going on at night, everything will change.”
Then she lowered her voice and added:
“I can’t keep doing this every night. I’m afraid that one day it’ll be too late.”
My heart tightened.
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