My Stepmother Slapped Me So Hard My Head Hit The Fridge—But Tonight I Finally Fought Back.
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Chapter 7
We started over.
Dad went to counseling. We all did.
He learned to trust his instincts again. To see the signs of fear in Aiden’s eyes. To listen to me. To believe us.
He painted Aiden’s room blue. Bought him new toys. Took us to the park every weekend.
Slowly, Aiden began to laugh again.
One evening, we were sitting on the porch watching the sunset.
"You know," Dad said quietly. "Your mother… she always said that strength isn't about being loud. It's about standing up when everyone else is sitting down."
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He looked at me.
"You got that from her."
