“Mom, every time Grandpa gives me a bath, he asks me to play a special game. I have to close my eyes, and while they’re closed, he does something I can’t see.”
Those innocent words from my six-year-old daughter made my entire body go cold.
I stood in the kitchen, holding a knife over a half-cut carrot, unable to move. My daughter continued coloring as though she had just told me what she’d eaten for lunch. But my mind was already racing toward possibilities I was terrified to considerRead more below.
