My child is like a needle being found in a stack of hay. She is different in so many ways and that’s what I love most about her. She’s like my number 1 fan and vice versa. I trust that I’m bound to protect her from evil but this time I am not lucky. Everyone says I am a good mother but they are mistaken. I see the monster that sleeps next to me and he is a killer. He has killed my daughter’s spirit and her childhood. I know what he does at night. I hear cries in her room at night that awakens me but I always think it’s a bad dream. She always tells me she’s scared to go to bed because a monster is going to come into her room at night but I’m baffled because she’s only 13 years old. Does she still believe in monsters? But the only monster I know is my husband. I cry because I don’t stop him. I listen. I’m supposed to save her but instead it’s like I’m helping him destroy her. What am I afraid of?