My Daughter Called on Easter and Whispered, “Dad… He Hurt Me Again”—Twenty Minutes Later, I Walked Into Her Husband’s Mansion

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Then explain your knuckles.”

“I punched a wall.”

“Which wall?”

Silence.

Then sirens.

The most beautiful sound I had heard all day.

Red and blue light moved across the foyer windows.