She lowered her head.
“I just don’t like it.”
At that moment, my father appeared in the hallway. He had heard our conversation.
“Let her rest tonight,” he said. “I’ll talk to her later.”
I became angry.
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“You’re always protecting her. What are the two of you doing behind that locked door every night?”
My father turned pale.
“You’ll find out soon.”
“I’m her mother. I shouldn’t have to wait.”
Emily ran to her grandfather and grabbed his hand.
“Please, Grandpa. Don’t tell her yet.”
Once again, they were hiding something from me. That night, I decided to put an end to the secrets.
At around nine-thirty, Emily entered my father’s room. The door closed. I waited for about ten minutes and then silently
approached it.
I could hear my daughter’s voice from inside. She was struggling to pronounce the words, sometimes stopping and
