It was how far the line had been crossed before I ever knew it existed.
And what frightened me most was that my daughter had been the one standing in the middle of it.
I looked down at her.
She was asleep now.
Her hand was still wrapped around one finger of mine.
I sat there without moving.
I had no idea what the next recording would show.
But I knew one thing.
I was going to find out.
Not because I wanted revenge.
Not because I wanted to win an argument with my wife.
And not because I needed to prove that I had been right about her.
I needed to know what had happened to my daughter when I wasn’t there.
The responder picked up the phone again.
“There is one final clip from this group,” he said.
I looked at him.
“What does it show?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
