I thought I had finally created a safe and stable home for my daughter after everything we had been through. Then, one restless night, I saw something through her bedroom door that brought all my old fears crashing back.
I thought I was a good mother: not perfect, not completely healed, but attentive and protective. My first marriage taught me how easily “peace” can be an illusion. When I left, Mellie was still little and had already seen too much. From that moment on, I promised myself I would never let anyone hurt her again.
