My 76-year-old mother begged me not to leave her alone with my 28-year-old son. Every night, he locked the door of his room, and every morning she seemed more terrified. But when I installed a hidden camera and saw what I was carrying to his room at 3 a.m., I IMMEDIATELY CALLED THE POLICE…

Then I grabbed the car keys.

I don’t remember how I drove. I just remember coming in front of my mother’s house and seeing Daniel’s car parked at the entrance.

The front door was locked.

“Daniel!” I shouted as I knocked on the door with my fists. OPEN THIS DOOR!

A moment later, he showed up.

“Mom?” What’s going on?

Where is Grandma?

“He’s upstairs.

“Get away!

I pulled him away and ran to the bedroom.

My mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, hugging a framed photograph of my father.

His face was covered with tears.

Next to him was the black bag open.

Inside were family photographs, a small notebook, several envelopes and a thick folder with the name of a medical clinic.

“Mom!” I exclaimed, kneeling beside her. Did he hurt you?