Angela’s heart raced as she watched the girl flinch with every movement of Daniel’s hands. The room was eerily silent; Angela couldn’t hear their conversation but the body language spoke volumes. The girl was clearly terrified, cowering in the presence of a man who was supposed to protect her. Angela felt a wave of nausea, a sickening blend of fear and anger at what she was witnessing.

Daniel moved to the small table next to the bed and picked up a stack of papers. He shoved them toward the girl, his face inches from hers as if demanding something. The girl hesitated, her hands trembling as she reached for the papers. Angela could see the glint of tears in the girl’s eyes, and it broke her heart. She fumbled to pull out her phone, her hands shaking as she pressed the record button. She needed evidence—proof that something was amiss.