My heart sank. I didn’t know exactly what was happening, but I knew enough: she felt intimidated, and she didn’t feel safe telling the truth.
The next morning, after Lily went to school, I dug out a small voice recorder from an old job. It was simple, discreet, and small enough to hide behind the basket of books under her bed.
I told no one.
The following day, once the kids had left for school, I retrieved the recorder, closed Lily’s bedroom door, sat on the floor, and pressed play.
What I heard shook me to the core.
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