What My Five-Year-Old Said After School Made Me Question Everything

The words didn’t make sense at first, but then she explained—how he picked her up often, took her to my wife’s office, bought her cookies, even asked her to call him dad. I kept my voice calm, but inside, something cracked. The drive home passed in a blur.

That night, lying beside Sophia as she slept, I realized I no longer felt safe inside my own certainty. By morning, I knew I needed the truth, no matter how painful it was. The next day, I waited outside the school.

When the doors opened, I watched a man I recognized—Sophia’s secretary—take my daughter’s hand. I followed them to my wife’s office and found Lizzy waiting alone in the lobby while Sophia and the man were behind a closed door. When I opened it, there was no misunderstanding to explain away.

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