"My daughter's only three, and my wife just got pregnant with our second. If I get a record, my kids' futures are ruined—school admissions, civil service exams, everything. I'll pay you, whatever you want, I'll give you whatever amount you say!"
Roger joined in:
"My twin boys are only four. I'm a technical director. Company policy says administrative detention means automatic termination! Without that job, my whole family starves! I know I was wrong. Just let me off this once, please!"
I watched them—snot running, tears streaming, foreheads on the floor—and my stomach turned.
"I'm not forgiving any of you."
I turned and walked out.
Dawn had broken. The cold cut straight through me.
But I let out a long, slow breath.
I thought justice was finally coming.
I was wrong. Everything that came next was worse.
At eight that morning, I posted the dashcam footage on social media.
I didn't expose any of their personal information.
I just wanted to warn other women to protect themselves.
At first, the comments were nothing but support and outrage from other women.
"Oh my God, I couldn't even breathe watching this! You're so brave, girl!"