I stood out on my balcony that afternoon and cried for the first time in years.
My daughter had told me.
She had found the courage, at nine years old, to say something out loud. And I had laughed at her and gone to work.
How many times had he been alone with her after that?
I didn’t let myself finish the thought.
The days after that passed like a nightmare that wouldn’t end.
I watched Sophie every minute she was home. I asked about every detail of her day. Who she talked to. Who picked her up. She still smiled. She still played. But I saw it now. The long silences. The way her hand gripped her stuffed bear when she thought no one was looking.
I didn’t answer Matthew’s calls. He texted. How’s my favorite niece? Want to grab dinner this week? I read every message and didn’t reply. My hands shook every time.
My parents called asking why I hadn’t been by. I made excuses.
Laura called every evening with updates. And every evening there was nothing new.
“The case is stalled,” she said. “We have nothing we can act on.”
After a week, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I texted her. We need to meet. It’s important.
We met at the Cedarwood Café downtown. The little place with old wooden tables where we used to go on dates in college. The smell of fresh coffee hit me when I walked in, and for a second I was twenty-two again.
Laura came in on time. Black leather jacket. Sharp eyes scanning the room out of habit. She ordered black coffee and sat down across from me.
“You look like you haven’t slept in a week.”
“I haven’t.”
And then I told her. All of it. The jumping. The locked door. The spaghetti dinner. What Sophie said. What I said back.
Laura went white.
She gripped her coffee cup so hard her knuckles turned the color of paper. Something moved across her face. Rage. And under it, a sorrow so deep I had to look away.
“David,” she whispered. “This isn’t a hunch anymore. Our daughter told you.”
“I know.” I couldn’t stop the tears. “I know. I failed her. But Laura, you’ve got the file. You’ve got statements. Why is he still free? Why is he still teaching? Why hasn’t anybody arrested him?”
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