You had no right.
Peter stared at it for a long time.
Then he took a screenshot and forwarded it to the detective.
No reply.
No anger typed back.
No threat.
Only evidence.
That was the first lesson Peter learned after Drew and Lily came home.
Love had to be warm.
But protection had to be organized.
Over the next weeks, every promise became practical.
Doctor appointments.
Follow-up X-rays.
Counseling intake.
School enrollment meetings.
A family court hallway where Drew held Peter’s hand so tightly his knuckles turned white.
A police report with pages Peter could barely read without standing up and walking around the room.
A file folder on Peter’s kitchen counter labeled with both children’s names.
The hidden camera footage confirmed what Drew had said.
The messages confirmed a pattern.
