Sophie’s tear-streaked face softened as she threw herself into his embrace. I wrapped my arms around both of them, my heart breaking but also feeling stronger than ever. After Helen stormed out, our house felt peaceful again for the first time that day.
Sophie’s sobs had quieted into occasional hiccups, but she was still trembling in my arms. I stroked her hair gently, whispering that she was safe and so deeply loved.
James looked at us both with determination in his eyes. Then he stood up quickly and grabbed his car keys. “Stay here with Mommy,” he said gently but firmly. “I’ll be right back, Princess.”
I didn’t ask where he was going. I just watched as he kissed the top of Sophie’s head and hurried out the door with purpose.
For the next 30 minutes, I sat with Sophie on our couch, her small hand gripping mine tightly. We watched the fairy lights James had hung earlier twinkling around the room, surrounded by all her beautiful birthday decorations.
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