Outwardly, I was just a father tending to his injured child. I took Leo to the urgent care clinic, my movements calm and reassuring. I bought him ice cream, held his hand while the doctor examined him, and listened as he recounted the story again, this time to a kind-faced police officer. But inwardly, I was a soldier on a new mission. I was cataloging every detail, planning every move, preparing for a war to be fought not on a foreign battlefield, but in the heart of my own home.