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instead of placing on the table. He seems to be waiting for something. You lie down.
    There is a funny taste in your mouth. Bitter and medicinal. You can barely keep your eyes open, so tired, all of a sudden, so, so tired. You close your eyes and the spiked milk knocks you unconscious.
    You begin dreaming that something is not right. You watch a man walk up a familiar flight of stairs. He feels you watching and turns to look. He sees no one. You see your husband. He continues his ascent. He get s to the door and opens it. You see Lana in bed. She’s awake, her eyes are wide with fear.
    ― No. Please no. Not tonight. Just please, leave me alone.
    He says nothing to her. Moves to sit on her bed. She shrieks and moves as far away from him as possible.
    ― Please daddy, please stop. Please stop doing this to me.
    ― Now honey, don’t cry. I’m not trying to hurt you, I just love you so much. Can’t you let me show you how much I love you? Don’t you love your daddy? Don’t you want to be a good girl?
    ― Daddy, no.
    Lana sobs.
    ― Please, daddy. I won’t tell anyone, please just stop.
    ― Stop acting like this, right now. You don’t want daddy to get mad, do you? We know what happens when daddy gets mad, don’t we?
    Lana begins whimpering, just as do you in your comatose sleep. You feel like vomiting, but you know if you do, you could choke. You need to watch, see if there is something you can do to help her. And at least now you have no more questions. Now you know.
    He unbuttons his shirt silently. Folds it and places on a stool near the bed. He begins to take off his pants.
    ― I heard around town talk of you running around with boyfriends. Not just one boyfriend, but a few of them.
    Lana whimpers and shakes her head. He’s told her before if anyone else touched her, he would kill her.
    ― Now, Lana, I’m going to trust you on this, but if I hear that again I’m going to cut your tongue out, you hear me? Cut it right out of your head. You’re mine, do you understand? You are mine. Lie down and stop crying.
    Back in your bedroom your eyelids flutter. You cannot even begin to believe what you are seeing. The fury is exponentially increasing in your body and spirit. You are shaking, as if wracked with electric seizures. You see him climbing on top of your daughter, your daughter!
    Your silent scream begins. The scream begins in your toes and moves all the way through your body until it reaches your brain and in a burst of energy that scream of rage and hopelessness surges into his head. He puts his hands to his temples and falls backwards. Lana gathers the sheets, crying, and covers herself with them. He falls to the floor, writhing and moaning, while you continue your breathless scream. He stops moving. You see a trickle of blood from his right ear. It pools on the floor.
    Lana is shaking. She has no idea what has just happened. Nor does she have any idea of how many times her father has come to her room. She is trying not to think about it. She wonders if he’s dead. She wonders if she did it. She wonders if it is over.
    You watch your beautiful daughter in her confusion. She gets up out of bed and quickly dresses, crouched on the floor where she can’t see him and vice versa. She begins crying again. There is a railroad of scratches along her arms where she has been raking her nails over and over. So that’s why she’s only been wearing long sleeves, you think.
    She goes into the bathroom and begins running a bath. She goes through the medicine cabinet, takes out a packet of her father’s razor inserts and places one by the bathtub. You watch your daughter, your only baby, the one you haven’t truly seen until this day, as she prepares to kill herself. She is still crying.
    NO!, you scream. HONEY, I LOVE YOU, DON’T DO THIS.
    She sits on the toilet waiting for the water to fill up. You wish you knew what you had done to her father, you wish you could call on it again, you want to save her, God damn