The First Signs Something Was Wrong
At first, everything seemed fine.
Then Beverly started changing.
Small things.
She pushed away food I made.
She said she only wanted to eat with “Daddy, Grandma, and her friend.”
“Grandma’s friend?” I asked.
She smiled.
Secretive.
Then one night, as I tucked her in, she whispered something that made my stomach drop.
“Mommy,” she said, clutching her stuffed unicorn, “why don’t you like our friend?”
I felt cold.
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