I promise.
I felt my heart shrink.
I tried to convince myself that my father would never hurt my daughter.S. He had raised me with love, worked as a teacher throughout his life and was the kindest person in our family.
But then I noticed that Emily was quieter when she came back from school. Some nights I said I was tired and didn’t want to have dinner. In his backpack I found several wrinkled sheets, covered with corrections made with red ink.
One day, her teacher called me and told me that Emily had refused to read out loud in front of the class. When one of the children laughed at her, he ran to the bathroom and refused to leave for a long time.
I tried to talk to her.
“Emily, is anyone hurting you or bothering you at school?”
“No.
“Then why don’t you want to read in front of the class?”
He lowered his head.
I just don’t like it.
At that moment, my father showed up in the hallway. I had heard our conversation.
“Let her rest tonight,” he said. I’ll talk to her later.
I was angry.
You are always protecting her! What are you two doing every night behind that locked door?
My father paled.
“You’ll find out soon.
I am his mother! I shouldn’t have to wait!
Emily ran to her grandfather and took her hand.
Please, Grandpa. You still don’t tell her.
Once again they were hiding something from me. That night I decided to put an end to all those secrets.
Around half past nine, Emily walked into my father’s room. The door closed. I waited about ten minutes and then walked up quietly.
