She had a bruise on her arm.

That was the first sign that something was wrong. She had told him that she hit her arm on the side of the pool while swimming laps, and he believed her. But now, he wasn’t so sure.

She had been distant.

He knew his daughter, she was the life of the party. She spent her every moment he was home in his face since the second she was born. Test scores, photos, mundane stories, the girl shared every detail of her life with him. Lately, she regarded him with one word answers and stalked to her bedroom.

“She’s a teenager.” His wife told him with a shrug.

Yeah, that was true, but she had been a teenager for years now and this was the first time she’d ever kept her distance from him.

Something was wrong. He felt it in his bones, he was so sure of it.

He knew his daughter.

He called on an old friend.

“I’m going to need a favor.”