The Light in the Cage

Summary

My daughter and I accidentally time-traveled back to when my husband was still living like a dog in a dungeon. Back then, he was the circus’s prized moneymaker. Because one-half of his face was impossibly beautiful, and the other half was a grotesque, demonic horror. One look would send anyone into fits of screaming terror. But my daughter just waddled straight toward him, pushing her chubby little arms through the iron bars, her voice milky and sweet: “Daddy, hold me~”