Two years have passed since that night and my daughter now sleeps peacefully in a room filled with dinosaur toys and library books. She once asked me during a school project about courage and said, “Daddy, believing someone when they are hurt is brave too.”
I held her close while answering that courage sometimes begins with listening carefully to the quietest voice in the room. Every day I remind myself that protecting a child does not only mean providing a home but also believing them when they whisper that something is wrong.
