The Price of Betrayal

My five-year-old daughter burst into tears the moment she got home. She begged me not to make her go back to Oak Lane Academy.

She was too scared to tell me why. Just kept shaking and crying.

My gut told me something was wrong. When I checked her body, I found tiny puncture wounds all over her arms and chest.

Rage burning through me, I snapped a photo and posted it to the parents' group: "Who hurt my daughter?"

"My son did exactly what I told him to," Ashley replied instantly, with a smug emoji.

Then came two photos that stopped my heart.

One showed my husband at a wedding - with her.

The other was a family photo of me, my daughter, and my husband.