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 they were doing, she burst into tears and said, “Daddy says I can’t talk about games in the bath.” #4 #85

My stomach twisted.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

My voice came out in a whisper. “I think… I think something is wrong with my daughter. My husband—he’s in the bathroom with her. I need someone here. Now.”

“Are you in immediate danger?”

I looked back at the half-open door.

I didn’t answer right away.

Because I didn’t know.

“I don’t know,” I finally said. continue reading …