My Daughter Called on Easter and Whispered, “Dad… He Hurt Me Again”—Twenty Minutes Later, I Walked Into Her Husband’s Mansion
“Where are you?”
“At home.”
Then came the sentence I had feared for years.
“He hurt me again.”
My coffee mug slipped from my hand.
It hit the hardwood floor and shattered.
I did not look down.
Hannah had been married to Zachary Albright for six years.