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.

Her instincts screamed at her to burst into the room, to yank the girl away to safety, but she knew she had to be smart about this. Charging in could make things worse. Instead, Angela focused on capturing as much as she could, hoping it would be enough for someone to take her seriously.