 All I yearned for was to restore serenity, to provide solace to my precious daughter and alleviate her anxieties. Yet, in the face of the locked door in the absence of a key, I felt utterly powerless, unable to bridge the gap between us. Driven by desperation, I lunged for my phone and feverishly scoured the internet for any guidance on lockpicking. My heart pounded in my chest, my thoughts scattered in disarray, all while Jane's distressful cries and piercing screams echoed from the other side of the door. Each wail felt like a shard, shattering my heart into countless fragments.