Before I cut my birthday cake, my father kissed me and whispered, “Come sleep next to me tonight.”… There was something in his voice that made the knife in my hand tremble.
This photo was taken on the night of my thirteenth birthday . If you just look at it, you’ll see my father, Daniel, hugging me tightly and kissing my cheek as I got ready to cut my chocolate cake . But no one knew what he whispered in my ear at that moment.
—Emily, come sleep next to me tonight. Please don’t leave me alone.
