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 ..

She started crying even harder and shook her head.

“He said you’d be mad at me if I told you.”

I hugged her and told her I would never be mad at her. Never.

But she didn’t say anything else.

That night, I lay awake next to Mark, staring into the darkness, listening to him breathe as if nothing in the world was wrong. My whole being wanted to believe there was some innocent explanation I hadn’t yet seen.