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But Emma stepped into the breach. “Daddy,” she said, cold as a blade. “You should know…it’s going to Grandpa.” And just like that, Maxwell’s performance collapsed.
Evidence Speaks Louder Than Excuses
Emma displayed her tablet. Vivid footage of abuse, unfiltered. Maxwell’s face went white. Then gray. Everything changed.
My father—Colonel Mitchell—entered like a guardian angel. His presence crackled with authority. No uniform needed. Maxwell seemed caught in a nightmare. My father stood by Emma and me. And then: “We need to protect our daughter,” he said quietly. The response came swiftly—a restraining order, eviction, exclusive occupancy in the house.
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