PART 2 — What I Saw Through the Door
The next evening, I decided I needed answers.
Not guesses.
Not assumptions.
Answers.
When Mark took Sophie upstairs for bath time, I waited until I heard water running.
Then I quietly walked down the hallway.
The bathroom door was slightly open.
Just enough.
I looked inside.
Mark was kneeling beside the bathtub.
In one hand was a kitchen timer.
In the other was a small paper cup.
Sophie sat in the water, staring at him nervously.
“Just a little longer,” he said.
“You can do it.”
My hands started shaking.
What exactly was she doing?
Why did he need a timer?
Why was everything so secret?
I pulled out my phone.
Without taking my eyes off the room, I dialed 911.
Within minutes, police cars were racing toward our house.
Mark had no idea.
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And neither did I.
Because the truth waiting inside that bathroom was nothing like what I imagined.
