“Can I talk to her?” I whispered.
“Soon,” he said gently. “She’s with us now. She’s safe.”
Safe.
That word echoed in my mind as I finally let myself cry.
Because my daughter had found a way to speak—without saying a word.
And this time…
I listened.
While I was away on a business trip, I called my four-year-old daughter. She gave me a weak smile and whispered, “I’m okay…” But beside her, I saw my husband standing still, staring down at her without saying a word. Something immediately felt wrong. “Is everything alright?” I asked. My daughter glanced away, then quietly made a hand sign. At that exact moment, my whole body froze.
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