Inside Room 112, the dim light barely illuminated the room. Angela squinted, focusing on the scene unfolding before her. The girl sat on the edge of the bed, her small frame looking even more fragile in the stark motel room. Her stepfather, Daniel Harper, stood over her, gesturing animatedly with his hands. His face, once polite and benign, was now twisted with frustration.
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.
