Angela watched from a distance as Daniel opened the door, his charming façade once more in place. But the officers were firm, stepping inside to talk. Angela held her breath, praying the girl would find her voice and tell them everything. Moments later, the door opened again, and the girl emerged with one of the officers, clutching her backpack.

Angela’s heart swelled with hope. As the officer guided the girl toward a patrol car, their eyes met briefly. Angela gave a small nod, a silent promise that she’d done all she could. And as the girl drove away to a safer place, Angela realized she’d never forget that night—or the little girl who had finally been saved from Room 112.