Behind Closed Doors

The cries from next door grew sharper, mixed with dull thuds like something heavy striking flesh.

Helen couldn't hold back any longer. She stood up and said, "This isn't right. We have to go ask what's going on. Who beats their kid like that?"

Callum stepped in her way, his face showing clear disapproval.

Diane frowned. "Helen, that's their family business. It's not really our place to interfere."