My in-laws sent my daughter a teddy bear for her birthday—when she pointed to its eye, I realized something was terribly wrong, and three days later, the police were at their door

on his laptop. There were short videos with dates and timestamps.

The first one was from two weeks earlier.

Long before the package had arrived at our home.

On the screen appeared the kitchen of my in-laws’ house in Jurica. I recognized the white tiles immediately, the beige curtains, and the wooden table where Beatriz used to pour coffee on Sundays while continue reading …