After taking a few deep breaths, I resumed the video. My husband’s anger had subsided slightly, but the damage was done. He eventually sat down, rubbing his temples as if trying to compose himself, leaving our daughter standing there, tears streaming down her face. She hesitated, then slowly approached him, reaching out in an attempt to seek comfort despite the fear he had caused.

This gesture broke my heart further, seeing her willingness to forgive and seek love even in the midst of fear. My resolve hardened. This couldn’t continue. I needed to talk to him, confront him about what I had seen, and understand what had changed in our relationship to cause such a disconnect.