With shaking hands I pulled out an old bag from under the bed. Inside were some things: a couple of notebooks, a little box with trinkets, and my daughter\u2019s phone. The very phone my husband had said was \u201clost.\u201d My heart sank with a terrible premonition.<\/p>\n
I turned the phone on \u2014 it still worked. The first thing I did was open the messages. There was a chat with her friend.<\/p>\n
Fragments of the chat:<\/p>\n
10:18 PM \nFriend: What happened?<\/p>\n
10:19 PM \nDaughter: Dad yelled at me again. He said if Mom finds out even a single word, he\u2019ll make sure we both regret it\u2026<\/p>\n
10:21 PM \nFriend: God, you\u2019re scaring me\u2026 Did he hit you?<\/p>\n
10:24 PM \nFriend: You have to tell your mom or go to the police, this is way too serious!<\/p>\n
10:26 PM \nDaughter: He said he\u2019ll kill me if I tell anyone. I believe him, when he\u2019s angry \u2014 he\u2019s terrifying\u2026<\/p>\n
10:28 PM \nFriend: But you can\u2019t keep all of this inside\u2026<\/p>\n
10:29 PM \nDaughter: I\u2019m writing to you because I can\u2019t tell anyone else. If something happens to me, know this \u2014 it was him.<\/p>\n
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These lines burned my hands like fire. Each message carved itself into my mind. I read them over and over, and images filled my head \u2014 her frightened eyes, how she had withdrawn more and more in the last months.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t want to believe back then that something serious was happening to her\u2026<\/p>\n
And in that moment I realized: my daughter did not leave on her own. She became the victim of the one I had believed to be the closest person in my life.<\/p>\n
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