Inside, the atmosphere was heavy with discomfort. Shane’s friends, moments ago laughing and loud, shifted uneasily in their seats. Jeremiah’s gaze never left Shane, whose bravado evaporated under the weight of accountability.

“I need to speak with my daughter,” Jeremiah said, his tone unwavering. Emily emerged from her room, her face a mixture of relief and fear. Jeremiah enveloped her in a hug, reassuring her with his presence, his silent promise that she was safe now.

Jeremiah addressed Shane, his voice low but firm. “This ends now. You and your friends leave. Emily doesn’t need to feel unsafe in her own home.”

Shane mumbled an apology, trying to save face, but Jeremiah wasn’t interested in words. Actions mattered, and tonight Shane’s actions had been witnessed.

As they left, Emily looked at her father. “Thank you,” she whispered, the relief palpable in her voice. Jeremiah pulled her close, the weight of the world lifting slightly from his shoulders.

“Anytime, kiddo. I’m always here,” he replied, silently vowing to ensure her safety, her peace of mind, would never be compromised again. This was his mission now, and he wouldn’t fail.