As the recordings played, I saw the dawning realization on their faces. This was not just about the incident that happened today; this was about everything that had led up to it—years of silence finally broken. It was about making them understand the damage that had been done and taking steps to ensure it would not continue.

The officer ended the recording and looked around the room. “We’ll need to take statements,” he said. “And this will be investigated thoroughly.”

I felt a strange sense of relief, knowing that finally, the truth was out there, that I had taken the first steps toward reclaiming my life. It was not how I imagined spending Christmas, but in a way, it was the best gift I could have given myself—a chance to heal and an opportunity for change.

As I looked around the table, I knew this Christmas would be the beginning of a different journey. It was a harsh reminder that sometimes, facing the truth was the only way to find peace.