One night, my daughter came home at four in the morning. Her shoes were covered in mud, her hands were trembling, and there were red stains on her white shirt.
I was terrified.
“Where have you been?”
“Don’t ask.”
Over the following week, she disappeared three more times. Each time, she returned completely exhausted, but there was a strange determination in her eyes.
Meanwhile, I noticed that the baby clothes I’d bought for my future grandchild had disappeared from her bedroom. TrackPregnancy
Finally, one night, I decided to follow her.
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Emily got into a taxi and headed toward the outskirts of town, where an old maternity hospital had been closed for years.
When she entered the building, I quietly approached a partially open window.
From inside, I heard a woman’s desperate voice.
“Emily, this can’t go on! If your mother discovers what you’re doing with that child, she’ll never forgive you!”