You have a daughter named Leah, and you’ve always done your best to provide for her. She’s grown into a remarkable young woman—smart, kind, with straight A’s, and even recognized by the mayor for her achievements. You finally feel like you can take a breath, maybe even relax a little, knowing you’ve raised a good kid.

But that sense of peace shatters when you hear voices coming from her room—words that make your heart skip a beat.

"Kyle, stop... I'm just not ready."

Alarmed, you jump to your feet and rush to her door. When you fling it open, the sight makes your blood run cold: Leah’s boyfriend kissing against her neck