As I stood outside the door of my daughter’s soon-to-be husband, my mind raced with worry and frustration.

How could she even consider marrying someone so much older? I had to make him see reason, for her sake.

Just as I raised my hand to knock, I heard the faint sound of a conversation coming from inside the house. Curiosity getting the better of me, I leaned in closer to listen.

“…yes, darling, everything is going according to plan,” a voice said from within. It was the voice of my daughter’s fiancé.

My heart sank as I listened to his words. What plan could he possibly be talking about? And why did it sound so sinister?