The officers gave us a polite nod before escorting my father away. We watched from the window until they disappeared down the street. Mark wrapped his arms around me, and I leaned into him, feeling a mix of relief and sorrow.
“You did great,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head. “Thank you,” I whispered, the weight of the encounter settling in. I knew my father wouldn’t give up easily, but I was ready.
For the first time, I felt the power of standing up for the life I wanted, surrounded by those who truly cared.
