“Mom, every time Grandpa gives me a bath, he asks me to play a special game. I have to close my eyes, and while they’re closed, he does something I can’t see.” Those innocent words from my six-year-old daughter, Emily, made my entire body go cold. I was preparing dinner when she casually mentioned the game she played with my father, George. At first, I tried to convince myself that it was something harmless, perhaps a silly surprise or a way to keep shampoo out of her eyes. But when I asked whether Grandpa had told her not to tell me about it, she hesitated before explaining that he had said the game would no longer be fun if she revealed everything. Suddenly, I could no longer ignore the questions racing through my min…Continue Reading
