“Even one bruise could cause problems.

Follow my instructions and don’t make another mistake.”

I sat frozen in front of my laptop, struggling to comprehend the conversation.

For weeks, Carter had dismissed my concerns while apparently knowing exactly why Harper was losing consciousness and returning home injured.

Then Spencer muttered something that made my stomach twist.

“You trust us way too easily, little girl.”

A rustling noise followed, along with the unmistakable click of a seat belt being released.

I stopped the recording because I couldn’t bear listening any further without knowing what was happening to my daughter.