On Christmas Eve, I showed up unexpectedly and saw my daughter shivering outside in the freezing cold. And inside, my husband’s family was lively around the fireplace with champagne and laughter. I held my daughter, walked straight in, and said six words—the house went silent, opening a night of reclaiming justice that they would never forget. I wasn’t supposed to show up on Christmas Eve. The plan was a quick airport coffee, a short taxi through Boise, Idaho, then a knock that ended in a hug af