Our only daughter, Emily, recently turned twenty.
Until last Sunday, I believed we had a happy family. My husband was hardworking and quiet, and my daughter had always been an excellent student.
But over the past five years, I had noticed strange things about their relationship.
Every Friday, Robert would take Emily somewhere in his car.
Whenever I asked where they were going, they both gave me the same answer.
“We just have a few things to take care of.”
At first, I wasn’t worried.
But one afternoon, I noticed that Emily locked herself in her bedroom and cried after returning home.
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