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

cold.

“I just wanted to say goodnight,” I said, my voice steady in a way that surprised even me.

He studied me for a second.

Too long.

Like he was trying to read something.

Then he nodded. “She’ll be out in a minute.”

He walked past me.

And I smelled it again.

That same faint, strange scent.

Sweet.

Artificial.

My stomach turned.

I stayed where I was.

I didn’t move.continue reading …