"Susie, lower your voice please, daddy is in the next room." It breaks my heart to hear my daughter say she is scared of her own father. "mommy, i saw something..." i look into Susie's eyes. She knows something, i know she knows. "what is it baby?" "you have to promise not to tell daddy mommy." I carefully get up, and walk over to the door. I quietly crack it open to look over into the next room to see if Fred is still sleep. I close the door back, pushing the towel back under the crack. I even start to run the water in the sink to cover up our voices. "what is it baby, you can tell mommy anything?"
"Mommy daddy is not a good person...
