Danielle Keenan listened to the sound of her door creek open. Light poured into the room for a moment before disappearing behind a silhouette.
Her body froze as her father climbed into bed with her. It was that time of night again. At seven-years-old, she never understood what he was doing. She just remembered that it hurt.
“He said if I told anyone, I would have to shoot him and the army would make me watch,” the now 18-year-old told the Manchester Evening News. “But I just knew he was my dad and I loved him because he was my dad.”
