My Daughter Came Home from School in Tears Every Day – So I Put a Recorder in Her Backpack, and What I Heard Made My Blood Run Cold

Every day when she came home, she looked sad, on the verge of tears, and her once-bright eyes looked empty. I didn’t understand what was going on.

So the next morning, I quietly slipped a recorder into her backpack pocket.

It was a small digital recorder I had from years ago when I used to interview volunteers for the Homeowners’ Association newsletter.Continue reading…