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I returned to the house, making sure to create enough noise to announce my presence. Emily greeted me with her usual warmth, a smile that seemed genuine but now hinted at hidden depths I hadn’t noticed before.

“Emily,” I began, trying to keep my tone light, “I was putting away some laundry and noticed something on your bed. It looked like a stain. Is everything okay?”

Her smile faltered for just a moment, and I saw a flash of that fragility in her eyes again. “Oh, that,” she replied, her voice steady but a bit too casual. “I’m so clumsy sometimes. I cut myself the other night. It’s nothing, really.”

Her explanation was plausible, but it didn’t sit right with me. The amount of blood wasn’t consistent with a mere cut. I knew she was lying or at least not telling the whole truth. But why?

“Emily, if there’s anything you need to talk about, anything at all, you know I’m here for you, right?” I said, hoping to convey that she could trust me.

She nodded, her eyes grateful but her smile tight. “Thank you, Mom. I really appreciate it.”

That evening, as I lay in bed, my mind refused to quiet. I thought about the love Michael had for Emily and the picture-perfect life they seemed to share. I knew appearances could be deceiving, and this was no time to ignore my instincts.

Over the next few days, I observed Emily more closely. Her smiles were always in place, her demeanor ever polite, but there was a tension beneath the surface. I noticed small bruises on her arms and a hesitance in her movements. It dawned on me that Emily might be in an abusive situation, but I couldn’t fathom Michael being violent.

I needed to talk to my son, but I had to be sensitive. If there was any truth to my fears, confronting him too directly could cause more harm than good. I decided to approach the topic carefully the next time we had a moment alone.

In the meantime, I resolved to keep a close eye on Emily and ensure she knew she had a safe place with us. The stains on the sheets were a symptom of a deeper issue, and I was determined to uncover the truth and help her, no matter how difficult it might be.

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