By Leo’s first birthday, our lives looked completely different. We celebrated in our backyard with friends, family who truly cared, and Mia—the cousin who had saved the truth.
My physical scars faded, but some memories remained. I never spoke to my mother or Chloe again, and when their attempts to reconnect arrived, I chose peace instead.
Watching Leo wobble across the grass with frosting on his face reminded me how much we had survived together.
For years, my family called obedience love. It took one terrible night and one miracle child to teach me otherwise. From that day forward, I stopped protecting their lies and started protecting my life.
