“One day my little daughter told me, ‘Mom, every time Grandpa gives me a bath, he asks me to play a game. I have to close my eyes, and while they’re closed, he does something…’

I had never seen anything that made me suspicious of him. But now my mind had taken one sentence and built a hundredGet Writing Tools

frightening possibilities around it.

The next morning, I started remembering little things that had never seemed important before. A few weeks earlier, Dad

had told me,

“You’re busy. I’ll get Emily ready for bed.”

Another time, the bathroom door had been closed. When I knocked, I heard both of them laughing. Back then, I had smiled.

Now the same memory felt completely different. All day, I kept telling myself I was overreacting. But something in me

refused to let it go.

The next evening, Dad came over again. After dinner, Emily ran up to him.

“Grandpa, are we going to play our game today?”Try New Games