The footage did not show physical violence.

I want to be clear about that, because it matters, and because what it showed instead was in its own way harder to watch.

It showed the cold, patient, everyday texture of it.

In one clip, Maya was sitting on the living room floor, her back against the wall, breathing too fast and too shallow, saying, I feel sick, I can’t breathe right. And Patricia’s voice, flat, from across the room: Stop the theatrics, Maya. And Richard, walking past his hyperventilating child without so much as looking down at her: Keep it up and you lose the phone for the whole semester.

In another, Maya stood by the front door in a thin hoodie, saying, It’s freezing outside. And Patricia: Then learn to fix your attitude. And Richard, opening the door onto the cold: Out.

When you’re ready to apologize, we’ll see about letting you back in.