My son-in-law and his mother dumped my daughter at a bus stop and called me at five in the morning: “Take her, we don’t need her anymore.”

When I arrived, my daughter was barely breathing. She was lying on the cold concrete, covered in bruises. And in that moment, I realized—these people must answer for everything.

At five in the morning, my son-in-law called me. His voice was cold, emotionless.
“Pick up your daughter from the bus stop. We don’t need her anymore.”

I didn’t even immediately …