I remember one night, a few weeks after the case ended.
I was holding Rhea while Megan folded laundry, and she looked at me and said, “I keep thinking about that knock on the door. I still flinch every time someone comes by.”
I walked over, kissed her forehead, and said, “That knock didn’t end anything. It just reminded us of who we are.”
She smiled then.
“We’re her parents.”
“Yes,” I said. “And no one’s taking that away again.”
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