The Family Shed a Dark Secret—And My Daughter Was at the Center of It (3 of 4)

“Emily… how long?”

Her eyes darted toward the house. “You shouldn’t be here. Marjorie doesn’t allow—”

“Doesn’t allow what?” His voice was low, dangerous.

She swallowed. “Since Landon left for work. Three months. She says no outsiders in the house when he’s gone. I get the kitchen sometimes. They lock the doors at night.”

Her lips were cracked, her skin raw. This wasn’t neglect. It was punishment. Control.

Daniel steadied himself. “Pack your things. You’re leaving.”

“But Dad—Landon—”

“Emily,” he said gently, “what did I always tell you about bullies?”

Her voice was barely a whisper. “You stand up to them.”

“And if they come for family?”

Tears welled. “You make them regret it.”