Justice for My Daughter Cost Them Everything

My most desperate moment wasn't when I saw my daughter's face photoshopped onto a naked body.

It wasn't when the image went viral in a group chat full of high school boys.

It was when we went to report it, and Mrs. Evans looked her in the eye and said, "Boys will be boys, sweetheart. It's just a phase."

My seventeen-year-old daughter, Maya, was quiet, sweet, and had never hurt a soul in her life.

She was secretly photographed in a bathroom stall, her face merged onto obscene nudes, and publicly humiliated in a group chat for three agonizing hours.