That was the first time I felt afraid.
The second was when I found a damp towel hidden behind the laundry basket, with a white, chalky stain that smelled faintly sweet, almost medicinal.
That night, after another long bath, I sat next to Sophie as she hugged her stuffed bunny to her chest.
“What are you doing in there with Daddy for so long?” I asked as gently as I could.
Her face changed completely.
She looked down. Her eyes filled with tears. Her little mouth trembled, but she didn’t say a word.
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