Chapter 2: What a Seven-Year-Old Already Knew
— PART 2 —
Daniel didn't turn the laptop off.
He watched the rest of the recording in silence.
Every few seconds his jaw tightened a little more.
When it finally ended, he closed the screen slowly and sat very still.
Victoria hadn't moved from the doorway.
"How long?" he asked.
"Daniel—"
"How long has this been happening?"
She pressed her lips together.
"It was never as bad as it looks."
"Emma told me something in that kitchen." His voice was quiet.
Too quiet.
"She told me this wasn't the first time."
Victoria said nothing.
"She's seven years old." He stood up.
"Seven.
And she already knew not to tell me."
"She exaggerates.
You know how she gets—"
"Don't." The word came out like a door slamming.
"Don't say another word about what Emma exaggerates."
He walked to the hallway and stopped.
On the small table near the stairs sat Emma's school bag.
Her name was written on the front in her own handwriting, the letters still uneven the way a child's letters are.
Daniel stared at it for a long moment.
Then he picked up his phone.
Victoria's voice rose behind him.
"Who are you calling?"
He didn't answer.
But when the call connected, the name he said made Victoria go completely white.
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What Daniel found out next was only the beginning.
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