My ten-year-old

My ten-year-old daughter always rushed to the bathroom as soon as she came home from school. As I asked, “Why do you always take a bath right away?” she smiled and said, “I just like to be clean.” Yet, one day while cleaning the drain, I found something.

Part 2: “I drove to the school with the torn fabric sealed in a sandwich bag on the passenger seat like evidence from a crime I didn’t want to name. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking on the wheel. Every red light felt like an insult.
At the front office, the secretary didn’t make small talk. She led me straight to the principal’s office where Principal Dana Morris and the school counselor, Ms. Chloe Reyes, were waiting. Both looked exhausted, the kind of exhaustion that comes from carrying secrets too heavy to keep.My ten-year-old daughter always rushed to the bathroom as soon as she came home from school. As I asked, “Why do you always take a bath right away?” she smiled and said, “I just like to be clean.” Yet, one day while cleaning the drain, I found something. The moment I saw it, my whole body started trembling, and I immediately…

My daughter Sophie is ten, and for months she followed the same pattern every single day: the moment she walked in from school, she dropped her backpack by the door and hurried straight to the bathroom.

At first, I brushed it off as a phase. Kids get sweaty. Maybe she didn’t like feeling grimy after recess. But it happened so often that it started to feel… rehearsed. No snack. No TV. Sometimes not even a greeting—just “Bathroom!” followed by the sound of the lock turning.

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