She had not reckoned with the fact that the phone itself was reporting home the entire time, filing her trophies into the same digital vault as my daughter’s first steps.

It was fitting, somehow — that the fortress of secrecy she had built turned out to have been made of my property, standing on my account, undone by the one connection she never thought to check.

I had been blind for a year.

But the record of my blindness, and of her cruelty, had been saving itself the whole time, waiting in a cloud I owned, for the day I finally opened my eyes and came looking.

Chapter 22 — What They Proved

I am not going to describe those videos frame by frame.