Who

"You have to be quiet baby," I whispered in the dark to my shaking child, "you have to be quiet so the bad men do not hear you."
"Mommy, I am scared!" she said, louder than I anticipated, her tears hitting my chest as she cradled closer to me.
"Shh.." I said, rocking her gently in the pitch black closet. I kept my body between her and the door, knowing that God forbid someone comes in, my body may save her a couple extra seconds from the tortures other children faced every day.
"Listen, no matter what happens, don't forget about mommy and daddy," I said, knowing I had to prepare her for the inevitable, "you remember daddy, don't you?"
"Yeah, daddy is the hero," the young girl said proudly.
"You're exactly right," I whispered, "and daddy will be there to save you, and so will mommy. Don't forget that. The bad guys will leave you alone once we find you."
"But mommy, how do I know who the bad guys are?"
Light poured into the closet as the door was violently pulled open.