I lean against the door frame and watch Evie sleep and I just hope she finds some kind of peace in her dreams. Sitting in the interview room listening to my little girl describing what happened at Jeni's parties was the hardest thing I have ever done. As she went over every sick disgusting detail I kept picturing Evie as the little girl who used to love playing dress ups and I wondered how could I let this happen? My baby must've been in so much pain and I didn't see it, I was just too focused on my own love life. When I first started dating Jeni I thought I had found the perfect woman for me, I even thought we could spend the rest of our lives together. Now even the mere thought of her makes my feel sick to my stomach. Just then I hear Evie start to moan in her sleep and it snaps me out of my thoughts, I go over to sit beside her bed and begin to stroke her hair just like I did when she was little. It seems to calm and I am glad I can offer some comfort to her. I know because of how badly I have handled this situation she thinks I hate her but nothing could be further from the truth. I love her and wish I could take away all her pain but I can't, all I can do is support her and make sure she never doubts my love for her again.