Angela knew she couldn’t continue watching without taking action. She needed to alert someone, anyone who could intervene. She retreated from the window, her mind racing. This wasn’t just a case of a strict parent; something sinister was at play. She dialed 911, her voice steady but urgent as she explained the situation. The operator assured her that officers would be dispatched, but Angela was already thinking ahead.

The minutes dragged, each one feeling like an eternity. She paced the parking lot, glancing back at the window every few seconds. Finally, flashing lights painted the night in red and blue. Angela’s relief was palpable as officers approached the room, knocking firmly on the door.