had always been a wonderful grandfather.
He adored Emily, bought her little gifts, and spent hours playing with her. Sometimes I even joked that he loved his granddaughter more than his own son.
But during that vacation, I began noticing something I couldn’t explain.
The weather was unbearably hot.
The air conditioner in Emily’s bedroom barely worked, and every night she complained that her pajamas made her uncomfortable.
Eventually, I allowed her to sleep without them, covered by a thin cotton sheet.
On the third night, I woke up around midnight to get some water.
As I walked down the hallway, I noticed Richard quietly entering Emily’s bedroom.
I didn’t think much of it.
Perhaps he wanted to make sure she was sleeping comfortably.
But five minutes later, he came out, carefully closed the door, and returned to his room.
The following night, the same thing happened.
And the night
