Sophie’s father, Mark Miller, had spent six months working overseas, striving to secure a brighter future for his daughter. What Janet didn’t know was that Mark was scheduled to return that very evening, intending to surprise Sophie with his presence and thoughtful gifts. Though he had kept in touch through video calls, nothing could fully convey the reality of Sophie’s day-to-day struggles under Janet’s watch. Janet ensured the house looked perfect and Sophie appeared cheerful whenever Mark called.
As the afternoon sun faded, Sophie moved through her chores mechanically, her mind drifting to happier times—baking cookies with her mother, playing in the garden, and the warm hugs from her father. The laughter of the past seemed like a distant memory.
Meanwhile, Mark’s plane touched down smoothly. Excited to embrace Sophie and fill the house with warmth once more, he thought of all the stories they would share and adventures they would plan. His heart brimmed with anticipation.
Back in Ohio, Janet busied herself preparing for a bridge club meeting, unaware that her authority over the household was about to be challenged.
Early evening arrived, and Mark’s taxi pulled up outside the house. He stepped out quietly, suitcase in hand, eager to surprise his family. Inside, he could hear Janet’s sharp, commanding voice, but he entered unnoticed. Sophie remained on her knees, scrubbing the floor, her small hands raw and blistered. The sight filled Mark with rage and heartbreak.
“Sophie,” he called softly. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Daddy?” she whispered.
Janet spun around, forcing a cheerful façade. “Mark! You’re home early!” she exclaimed, hiding her panic.
