His expression hardened, the muscles in his jaw tightening. He put down his phone slowly, his eyes fixed on her in a way that made my heart lurch. I leaned closer to the screen, my pulse quickening. There was no sound — the camera only captured video — but I didn’t need to hear his words to know that something was wrong.

He stood abruptly, towering over her small frame. His gestures grew sharp, impatient. Our daughter’s shoulders tensed; her smile vanished. She said something — a quiet defense, maybe an apology — but he only waved his hands, angry and dismissive.

I froze, unable to look away. The man I saw wasn’t the gentle, patient father I knew. His face twisted with irritation, his movements rough and unrecognizable.

Then it happened.

He reached for her arm — not in play, not by accident — and pulled her toward him. It