Every night my son took a shower at 3 a.m., and I kept telling myself it was just stress—until curiosity made me look through the bathroom door and I saw something so horrifying, so familiar, and so wicked that I left his home for a retirement community before sunrise… but I

suddenly, and the condo became silent again.

I could not fall back asleep that night.

The next morning at breakfast, I tried to behave as naturally as possible.

“Nicholas,” I said, looking at my son, “were you not feeling well last night, as around 3:00 in the morning, I heard someone taking a shower?”

Nicholas was reading the newspaper, his eyes never continue reading …