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When a Grandmother’s Instinct Refused to Stay Silent
I guided her to the guest room and closed the door so she could rest away from the noise. Then I took out my phone and made a call. Not in panic. Not in anger. With care and clarity. I explained that my granddaughter was frightened and needed support.
Choosing Protection Over Comfort
When I returned to the room, Lily was sitting on the bed, swinging her legs nervously.
“Am I in trouble?” she asked.
“No,” I said firmly. “You’re very brave.”
Not long after, I heard Ryan calling from down the hallway.
“Mom? Where’s Lily?”
I stepped out, closing the guest room door behind me. “She’s resting,” I said evenly. “She needs space.”
