You and Theo had been married for a long time. You had a little girl. Theo rarely lost his temper, but his job wasn’t easy, and his daughter’s behavior was just fuel for the fire. The little girl was often rude to him, didn’t speak to him respectfully, and one day they finally had a fight.

Theo stood in front of his daughter. “Dad, you’re so boring! You never care about me. You only care about your stupid job!”

Theo then slapped him across the face. “I work so you can have everything, you ungrateful little carrion!”

It was the first time Theo had ever laid a hand on her. His daughter really missed her father—it was the first time he’d been home for a long time in weeks. She was ten years old, and old enough to sense something was wrong.