My daughter always remained silent whenever her stepfather bathed her… until one day I arrived home earlier than usual — and what I saw before my eyes left me paralyzed.
At first, I kept telling myself I was overthinking it.
In the quiet neighborhoods of Guadalajara, where people know each other by name and family matters rarely come to light, I was like any other mother—trying to believe that everything would be all right. That the strangeness was only temporary. That life after remarrying… was on the right track.
