They were smiling too confidently — that’s how people smile when they think everything is already settled. The son-in-law spoke loudly, for the witnesses, claiming that the daughter “left on her own,” while his mother nodded with the cold expression of a winner.

I remained silent. In moments like these, haste is the worst enemy.

After a few minutes, two people appeared in the lobby: the building manager and a woman with a folder of documents. Behind her — a security guard.
— We have camera recordings, — he said calmly. — The night the locks were changed. You can see a woman with a child being forced out.

The smile vanished instantly.

After that, everything moved quickly: police, reports, questions. It turned out the apartment was registered in my daughter’s name and the locks had been changed illegally. The mother-in-law suddenly grew quiet, and the son-in-law — confused and angry.

A week later, the court temporarily forbade him from approaching the family.
We entered the apartment again — this time legally. My daughter breathed calmly for the first time in a long while.

Sometimes justice doesn’t shout.
It simply waits until someone stops staying silent.