“One day my little daughter told me, ‘Mom, every time Grandpa gives me a bath, he asks me to play a game. I have to close my eyes, and while they’re closed, he does something…’

Emily thought for a moment.

“When Grandpa gives me a bath, he tells me to close my eyes.”

The knife in my hand stopped. I turned toward her.

“Why?”

She shrugged.

“So we can play.”

“And what does Grandpa do after you close your eyes?”

Emily smiled.

“I don’t know. I can’t see.”

I don’t know why, but something inside me went cold. I tried to keep my voice calm.