Chapter 18 - The Safehouse in Virginia
To guarantee absolute security before the trial, the Department of Justice placed David and his children in a witness program.
They were moved to a secure federal compound in Quantico, Virginia, guarded twenty-four hours a day by armed marshals.
Lily began attending art therapy sessions inside the compound, painting pictures of sunlit gardens instead of dark walls.
Ethan worked with a team of child psychologists, slowly processing four years of physical and emotional trauma.
David sat on the porch of their brick safehouse, holding a hot cup of black coffee while watching his children play catch.
For the first time in three agonizing years, the heavy weight on his chest began to lift slightly in the morning sun.
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"They're going to be okay, Dad," Ethan said, walking up the steps to sit beside his father on the porch bench.
"We're all going to be okay," David agreed, pulling his brave son into a tight, protective embrace.
