My daughter always begged me to let her stay with her grandfather, but after hearing a phrase she repeated, I decided to secretly return…

But Emily's behavior soon began to change.

He stopped telling me what they did together.

"It's a secret," she said before quickly changing the subject.

One Sunday, when I went to pick her up, I noticed that the door leading to the second floor was locked. That door had never been locked before.

"Why is it closed?" I asked my father.

Her smile vanished immediately.

"There's old stuff up there. It's not safe for a child."

 

 

 

At that moment, Emily came out of the kitchen and looked at her grandfather silently. There was something about the way they exchanged glances that I couldn't understand.

As we were walking home, I asked my daughter if anything was worrying her.

"No. Grandpa is very good to me," she replied quickly.

That night, Emily stood in front of the mirror, intently observing her reflection. Then she turned to me.