I found my daughter kneeling in the rain, her husband punishing her for buying a new dress. Inside, I could hear her husband and his family laughing

composure cracked. “That’s taken out of context.”

I handed the flash drive to one of the officers. “It contains photographs of injuries, threatening messages, financial coercion, and a video Paige recorded thirty minutes before I arrived.”

Paige turned pale. “I deleted that.”

“No,” I said calmly. “You uploaded it to your family cloud.”

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