“Let’s make sure Daddy sees how you behave.” The child was crying, begging her to stop, and Sarah kept recording.

Marcus made himself watch all of it, every second, because he owed it to his daughter to know exactly what had been done to her while he was away believing she was safe.

And then there was the decisive file, logged a few days later.

Sarah was on the phone, pacing near the patio doors, unaware that the home system she had forgotten about was capturing every word.

“Two more episodes should be enough,” Sarah was saying into the receiver.