Chapter 5 - Healing Together
Clara’s recovery was slow but beautiful. Nightmares plagued her for weeks. She would wake crying about bad dreams and Grandma’s medicine. I took time off work, using every vacation day I had saved. We built pillow forts. We baked cookies. We talked about feelings in simple words a five-year-old could understand.
“Daddy keeps me safe,” she said one afternoon while coloring.
“Always,” I promised.
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The custody battle with Linda began. She hired a lawyer, claiming I was overreacting and that she was only trying to help. Court dates loomed. I gathered every piece of evidence: medical reports, texts, witness statements from the paramedics.
In the middle of it all, I met Sarah at the hospital playground. She was a pediatric therapist working with kids like Clara. Her kindness was immediate and genuine. She helped Clara process the trauma through play therapy. Slowly, she helped me too.
