Holding back tears, I sat behind a large desk in a courtroom. Beside me were my husband and a caseworker. A probation officer that we had met just minutes before was talking to an attorney who was there to represent my teenage daughter, who was nowhere in sight. The last time I saw her, two days before the hearing, she was in the midst of another angry rage, intent on causing damage to people and property. Yet again, I was injured, the police were called to assist us, and I had to decide… Would I let them arrest her this time?