While my husband was brushing our 8-year-old daughter’s hair, he suddenly froze. “Come here… now,” he whispered, his voice unsteady. As he parted her hair to check something on her scalp, all the color drained from his face.
Marcus was always gentle when he brushed our eight-year-old daughter Lily’s hair. It was their nightly routine—a quiet, grounding moment they shared before bedtime. So when I heard his voice waver from down the hall, something in my chest tightened instantly. “Come here… now.” He wasn’t loud or frantic. Just unsteady. I stepped into the … Read more