“I know,” I said, pulling her into my arms. “It’s okay.”
Behind me, I heard Mark moving downstairs.
Calm.
Unbothered.
Like nothing had happened.
Like nothing was wrong.
But something was wrong.
And now—
I wasn’t going to ignore it anymore.
A knock exploded at the front door.
Loud.
Sharp.
Authoritative.
Mark’s footsteps stopped.
Everything froze.
Then came the voice.
“Police! Open the door!”
Mark turned slowly toward the hallway.
Toward me.
His expression changed.
Just slightly.
Just enough.
And in that moment—
I knew.
Whatever was happening in that bathroom…
He never expected it to end like this.
PART 3 — What They Found
Mark opened the door with a smile.
That same practiced smile.
The one that had fooled everyone for years.
“Officers,” he said lightly. “Is something wrong?”
Two officers stepped inside.
They didn’t smile back.
“We received a call,” one of them said. “We need to ask a few questions.”
Mark glanced at me.
Just a quick look.
But it said everything.
You did this.
I didn’t look away.
“Yes,” I said quietly, stepping forward with Sophie in my arms. “I made the call.”
The room shifted.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
But enough.
The officers noticed.
“Ma’am,” one of them said gently, “can you tell us what’s going on?”
I took a breath.
Everything in me wanted to hesitate.
To soften it.
To doubt myself.
But then I looked at Sophie.
At the way she held onto me.
At the way her small hands gripped my shirt like she was afraid to let go.
And I didn’t hesitate anymore.
“I’m worried about my daughter,” I said. “Bath time lasts over an hour every night. She’s scared. She said… she said she’s not allowed to talk about it.”
The room went completely silent.
Mark let out a small laugh.
“She’s five,” he said. “She makes things up. It’s just a routine—”
“Sir,” the officer interrupted, “we’ll need you to step aside.”
The smile on Mark’s face faded.
Just a little.
“Is that really necessary?” he asked.
“Yes,” the officer said firmly.
Mark hesitated.
