When I Found Her in the Dirt, I Swore They'd All Pay

I accidentally come across my daughter, who should be in kindergarten, picking up trash by the roadside when I'm on my way back from a charity auction.I ask her what happened, but she shakes her head tearfully, not daring to answer.I realize something is wrong and lift her shirt to see her body and arms covered in wounds.I tremble in rage and take a photo of the wounds, sending it to a parents' group set up by the kindergarten, demanding answers.