night haunted the corners of my mind. I immersed myself in caring for my son, each moment filled with love and laughter, but beneath the surface lay a current of unresolved tension. I had taken steps to shield us from Daniel’s chaos, but the truth was never far behind.
As I navigated the maze of paperwork and court filings, my resolve hardened. I would not be a victim any longer. Each day brought me closer to reclaiming my life, but the phone calls from my lawyer became a constant reminder
