I watched it once, on Marcus’s screen, because I made myself watch it, because she had lived it and the least I could do was not flinch from the sight of it.

I will never watch it again, and I will not put it into words here, because those three do not deserve to have their cruelty preserved in detail and my daughter does not deserve to have her worst moment described for strangers.

It is enough to say that they hurt her, badly, and deliberately, and that they took their time about it, in the way that only people who are completely certain of their own impunity ever do.

They were not afraid of being caught.