She took my hand.
“Do you want me to come with you?” she asked quietly.
“Eventually,” I said. “When you’re stronger. I just want you safe.”
She nodded. Then said something I’ll never forget.
“I raised a son. But you raised a family.”
The kids packed without argument.
“I don’t want him picking me up from school,” my daughter said.
“If he texts me, I’m blocking him,” my son added.
I didn’t argue.
Read more on the next page ⬇️⬇️⬇️