My Daughter Came Home from School in Tears Every Day – So I Put a Recorder in Her Backpack, and What I Heard Made My Blood Run Cold

She shook her head hard, her eyes wide, hair brushing against her pink pajamas. “No.

I just… I don’t like it there.”

“Did someone hurt your feelings?” I asked, keeping my voice gentle. “Say something mean?”

Her eyes dropped to the carpet. “No.

I’m just tired.”

I tucked her hair behind her ear. “You used to love school.”

“I know,” she whispered. “I just don’t anymore.”

At first, I thought maybe she’d gotten a bad grade or had a fight with her friends.

But she refused to talk.Continue reading…