Home Uncategorized My eight-year-old daughter used to sleep alone, but every morning she would say that her bed was “too small.”

My eight-year-old daughter used to sleep alone, but every morning she would say that her bed was “too small.”

I remained motionless.

The glass of water was still in my hand.

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I didn’t know what I was looking at.

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He didn’t look like a monster.

And that scared me more.

Because fear is easier when it wears the face of a villain.

But Daniel didn’t look like a dangerous man.

He looked like a broken man.

At 4:12 AM, he got up.

He adjusted the blanket over Emily.

He kissed her hair.

He took the pink plastic hospital wristband again.

And he left the room.

I ran to the kitchen before he could see me.

My legs were shaking.

When he walked past me, I pretended to be drinking water.

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“Can’t sleep?” he asked in a raspy voice.

I looked at him.

For a second, I thought about screaming at him.

About saying:

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