My husband came home from a work assignment and started trimming our 8-year-old daughter’s hair, just like he always did. But then he froze. “Come here a moment,” he whispered, trembling. When he gently lifted her hair to look closer, the color drained from his face— and in that instant, I knew something was terribly wrong.... My husband, Michael, had been away on assignment for three weeks. When he returned, the first thing he did the next morning was give our eight-year-old daughter, Sophia, a