I watched in horror as my daughter recoiled, her small body instinctively curling up, her eyes wide with confusion and fear. My heart ached as he continued to scold her, his gestures becoming more animated and angry. She started to cry, the sound barely audible over the camera’s audio but enough to pierce through me like a dagger.

The situation escalated rapidly. In his irritation, my husband grabbed her arm, pulling her up roughly to her feet. My daughter stumbled, and I could see the sheer panic on her tiny face. It was clear she didn’t understand why her beloved daddy was acting this way, and neither did I. His behavior was a far cry from the loving, patient father I had known him to be.