The next evening, she stepped inside without warning, and the sight before her revealed something she had never once imag
Continue Reading »George looked up, startled, with a mountain of bubbles balanced on his chin. Beside him sat a rubber duck wearing a tiny washcloth cape.
Emily burst into laughter. Each time she closed her eyes, her grandfather invented another ridiculous character, then asked her to guess its voice.
Sarah gripped the doorframe as relief washed through her. The mystery was harmless, but the worry that had brought her there deserved more than an embarrassed apology.
Later, Sarah explained why Emily’s description had frightened her, especially the suggestion that telling would spoil their fun. George listened quietly. He had meant to preserve a surprise, never to discourage Emily from speaking. Together, they agreed: no games depended on keeping
anything from Mom or Dad. Bath-time comedy could continue without secrecy. Watching them laugh again, Sarah understood that love and vigilance were not enemies. Trust could hold room for questions—and grow stronger through honest answers.
