Jennie was splashing in the bathtub of the quiet, old Wisconsin farmhouse. The rose scented-bubble bath was a special treat. Something had been bothering my ten-year-old child. As I dried her long brown hair, I quietly asked--again--what was troubling her. Her younger sisters were asleep. Dad was at the college. Surprisingly, this time she looked up and whispered, “But, you’ll tell daddy.”

I could feel my heart beating, but I replied firmly.