I found my daughter trembling in the laundry room with a red mark on her cheek. “Daddy… Please don’t make me apologize again,” she sobbed. My heart broke as I held her. Ten minutes later, while looking for ice, I found a hidden recording device in the washing machine that revealed…

car. “You’re pathetic. You ruin everything you touch. Just like your father. You know your father wishes he never had you, right? He’s exhausted by you.”

I gripped the steering wheel so hard the leather groaned.

I heard Millie let out a terrified, breathy, hyperventilating sob, begging to go find me.

“Stop whining,” Beatrice hissed, her voice moving closer continue reading …