One officer, a middle-aged man with kind eyes, crouched down to Mia’s level. “Hi, Mia. I’m Officer Daniels. You’re very brave to tell us this. We’re going to help you and your mom, alright?”

Mia nodded slowly, clutching my hand tightly. The police collected the evidence, speaking in hushed tones.

As they gathered the details, my mind was a whirlwind of questions and fears. I thought of what the next steps would be, what it would mean for us moving forward. I couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets lurked in the shadows of my ex-husband’s mind.

The officers assured me that they would take immediate action. They spoke about protective orders and the possibility of child services stepping in to ensure Mia’s safety.

It was overwhelming, but there was a sense of relief in knowing that a new chapter was beginning—one where my daughter would never be a victim again.