I panicked when I opened the door to my teenage daughter’s room. What I saw there deeply surprised me.

Every Sunday, the same routine: My fourteen-year-old daughter locks herself in her room with her boyfriend. A polite, smiling boy who always has a perfect “Good morning, Ma’am” ready. There’s really nothing to complain about. And yet, every week a little voice whispers in my head: “What if there’s more going on than just talking?”
I’d always considered myself an open-minded, even cool, mother. But this Sunday, my imagination ran wild. It’s a scenario we all secretly play out because we’re curious, anxious… and simply human.

As my imagination ran wild,
I heard her soft laughter, then silence. Absolute silence.
I froze in the hallway. My heart pounded like a marching drum. Then, without thinking, I turned the doorknob.