My ten-year-old daughter always rushed to the bathroom as soon as she came home from school. As I asked, “Why do you always take a bath right away?” she smiled and said, “I just like to be clean.” Yet, one day while cleaning the drain, I found something. The moment I saw it, my whole body started trembling, and I immediately…

My daughter Sophie is ten, and for months she followed the same pattern every single day: the moment she walked in from school, she dropped her backpack by the door and hurried straight to the bathroom.

At first, I brushed it off as a phase. Kids get sweaty. Maybe she didn’t like feeling grimy after recess. But it happened so often that it started to feel… rehearsed. No snack. No TV. Sometimes not even a greeting—just “Bathroom!” followed by the sound of the lock turning.

One night, I finally asked her softly, “Why do you always take a bath right away?”

Sophie flashed a smile that was just a little too practiced and said, “I just like to be clean.”

That answer should have eased my mind. Instead, it left a tight knot in my stomach. Sophie was usually messy, blunt, forgetful. “I just like to be clean” sounded like something she’d been coached to say.

About a week later, that knot turned into something much heavier.

The bathtub had started draining slowly, leaving a gray ring at the bottom, so I decided to clean out the drain. I pulled on gloves, unscrewed the cover, and slid a plastic drain snake inside.

It snagged on something soft.

I tugged, expecting clumps of hair.

Instead, I pulled up a wet mass of dark strands tangled with something else—thin, stringy fibers that didn’t look like hair at all. As more came free, my stomach dropped.

There, mixed with the hair, was a small piece of fabric, folded and stuck together with soap residue.

It wasn’t random lint.

It was a torn piece of clothing.

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