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

Security footage.

Photographs.

Messages.

Financial documents.

Audio she lawfully recorded in circumstances her counsel later reviewed.

Copies of medical records.

She stored them on an encrypted external drive.

Then hid it inside a false junction-box cover behind a dressing-room vent.