When I saw my daughter sitting in the mall food court, quietly counting loose coins on the table, my heart dropped. I asked her, “Where’s the car we bought you?” She looked away and told me her husband and her mother-in-law had taken her car and her money—and were threatening to take her daughter too. I smiled at her and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this.” From that moment on, the next move was mine. It started with the shoes. They were cheap canvas sneakers, dirty gray, with the rubber