My Pregnant Daughter Was Found at a Freezing Bus Stop—Her Husband Had No Idea What I Used to Do for a Living

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“For what?”

“For not telling you.”

“You don’t owe me an apology.”

“I kept thinking I could make it normal again.”

I had questions.

I wanted to know when it began, how often she had been frightened, why she had stayed after the first time.

All of those questions were really versions of a different one: how had I failed to see it?