A maid noticed a man who came to the hotel every night with an 11-year-old girl: one day she followed them and, looking into the window of their room, saw something terrible.

“I just… need to lie down,” she whispered softly. “I’m feeling dizzy again.”

“Is he… a good man? Doesn’t he hurt you?” the maid asked cautiously.

The girl looked up in surprise.

“This is my dad,” she said. “And he helps me… I’m sick.”

And, as if afraid Angela wouldn’t believe her, the girl unzipped her backpack. Inside were medical containers, sterile bags, and documents.