Then I noticed that Emily had also started disappearing in the evenings.
One day, I accidentally overheard their phone conversation.
“Same place tonight?” my daughter whispered.
“Yes, but be careful. Your mother mustn’t find out,” Michael replied.
I froze.
At first, I tried to convince myself that I had misunderstood.
But a week later, I saw Michael and Emily coming out of a hotel together.
My daughter was holding his arm.
When they came home, they each made up a different story about where they’d been.
From that day on, I could no longer sleep peacefully.
The worst moment came on Saturday evening.
Michael was in the shower when a photo from Emily appeared on his phone.
In the picture, they were standing with their arms around each other. Michael was holding a beer bottle, while my daughter smiled with a glass of wine in her hand.
Emily had written beneath the photo:
