Time Alone For Planning
Alone with my thoughts, I carefully mapped out my next steps, the steady turn of the screwdriver marking the rhythm of my resolve. The chaos in my mind gave way to strategy, each screw driven home mirroring the calculated moves I planned to take to uncover the truth—when the time was right. Yet, with every step, I sensed I was edging closer to something far bigger than I had imagined.
Time Alone For Planning
The Kids’ Unknowing Joy
The kids were thrilled by the mini-renovations, bouncing around with pure excitement, completely unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface. Their voices rang out, “Thanks, Dad! This is awesome!”—cheers that felt bittersweet, like sunlight breaking through a gray sky. I watched them, a silent guardian holding secrets far too heavy for their young shoulders. Their joy gave me strength and a moment of clarity, even as my own world teetered on the edge of unraveling.
The Kids’ Unknowing Joy
