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

when I tried to dry her hair, she pulled away so quickly that my stomach sank.

That was the first time I felt afraid.

The second was when I found a damp towel hidden behind the laundry basket, with a white, chalky stain that smelled faintly sweet, almost medicinal.

That night, after another long bath, I sat next to Sophie as she hugged her stuffed bunny continue reading …