With aggressive lines.
“Who is it?” Daniel asked gently.
Lily stopped drawing.
He didn’t look up.
“He’s nobody,” he said.
Daniel felt a knot in his chest.
“Nobody draws themselves like that,” he replied.
She hesitated.
His hand trembled slightly.
“He’s someone who shouts a lot,” she whispered.
The silence that followed was heavy.
Daniel knew that drawing was not just a memory.
It was something that still lived inside her.
That night, after putting the children to bed, Daniel sat alone in the living room.
The house was silent, but his mind was not.
I could move on.
He could pretend that everything was getting better with time.
Many do it.
Many choose not to remove the pain.
But he also knew something else.
If I didn’t face this now, the damage would remain forever.
And then the moment arrived.
That moment that defines everything.
She could protect her children from the past…
or help them cope with it.
There was no perfect option.
Just a difficult decision.
