It was then that Daniel moved closer to the girl, the façade of his pleasant demeanor completely gone. He leaned over her shoulder, pointing at something on the page, and his voice, muffled by the window glass, carried a tone of impatience and threat. Angela’s stomach churned as she saw the girl’s fingers tremble, her pencil slipping out of her grasp, only to be shoved back into her hand by Daniel.

Angela’s instincts screamed at her to act, but fear and uncertainty gripped her. What if she was wrong? What if this was just an overbearing tutor? She hesitated, torn between the need to protect the girl and the fear of making a grave mistake.