Instinctively, I paused the video, my mind racing. Was this a one-time event, a moment of stress-induced impatience, or had this behavior been happening all along, hidden behind closed doors every weekend? My heart pounded in my chest, fear and anger intermingling as I considered the implications.

I felt an overwhelming urge to protect my daughter, to hold her close and assure her that she’d never have to feel this way again. But I was also torn, devastated by the realization that the man I loved, the father of my child, was capable of such coldness.