The girl finally took the papers, and as she did, Daniel’s demeanor shifted. He softened, his hands now gently patting her shoulder. The change was jarring, and Angela could barely understand it. Was this some twisted form of manipulation? A reward for compliance? The girl’s expression was unreadable—eyes cast down, she seemed to shrink into herself, a mere shadow of a child.

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.