On the screen — my husband’s number. I picked up, expecting his usual “When are you coming home?”, but instead I heard a thin, trembling little voice:

— Mommy, it’s me…

— Yes, sweetheart, what happened? Why aren’t you asleep? And where is Daddy?

— Mommy, he’s in the bathroom. I don’t have much time…

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

— Not much time for what? What’s going on?

— Mommy, please come home quickly. Daddy is hurting me. Please, save me…

I immediately started gathering my things, trying to close my bag with one hand and find my keys with the other.

— Can you tell me what exactly he did?