My 7-year-old daughter came home from her mom’s house with bruises—her stepdad calls it “STIFFNESS.” She forgot I’m a cop. In my job, we call it something else: EVIDENCE. 🚨 The first thing I noticed was the silence. My daughter, Sophie, usually laughs at the door, tells me about school, about her drawings, about her favorite song. But that Sunday, she stood there, small and still, her backpack closed, her eyes on the floor. “Daddy, I need to be stronger,” she whispered. Something inside me went