“She left crying. She argued with Aunt Vanessa. Aunt Vanessa said if she told you the secrets, something bad would happen to me.”
“What secrets?”
Emma glanced nervously toward the door.
“About the uncles who come here. Mrs. Helen didn’t like them. She tried to keep me inside, but Aunt Vanessa got angry and made me stay outside until they left.”
“How many men come here?”
“Sometimes one… sometimes two… sometimes more. They arrive in big cars.”
“And where do you stay?”
“In the garden. I have to be quiet. If I cry, Aunt Vanessa says you’ll be mad at me.”
A horrible realization hit Daniel.
Every time he traveled for work, Vanessa brought men to the house—and forced his daughter outside.
From upstairs came loud laughter and exaggerated moaning.
Emma covered her ears.
“They always make those sounds,” she whispered. “I thought they were hurting her… but after they leave she counts money.”
Money.
Daniel finally understood.
Vanessa wasn’t just cheating.
She had turned his home into a place where she sold herself.
Footsteps suddenly echoed on the stairs.
Daniel quickly brought Emma into the kitchen and searched for food. The refrigerator contained only imported beer and spoiled leftovers.