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

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.