Chapter 18 - Healing Wounds In A Safe Home
Summer arrived in Boston, bringing blooming flowers and warm breezes that filled the house with cheerful energy.
Lily no longer clutched her stuffed rabbit with frightened eyes; instead, she ran freely across the green backyard grass.
John built a wooden swing set under the old oak tree, spending every weekend playing games with his daughter.
They baked pancakes together on Sunday mornings, covering the kitchen counter in flour and sweet maple syrup.
The trauma of the past slowly faded away, replaced by the deep, unshakable bond of a loving father and daughter.
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John knew that healing took time, but they had all the time in the world to rebuild their lives together.
The terrifying screams in the mansion foyer felt like a distant nightmare from another lifetime entirely.
