Alina raised her hand.
“I need this.”
Victor stepped forward.
“She’ll stay with me. She needs support. She’ll get it.”
No one argued.
THE MOMENT EVERYTHING SHIFTED
I looked at my daughter.
For weeks, she had looked smaller.
That evening, she looked like herself again.
Not rescued.
Not dragged away.
But choosing.
As we walked out of that apartment together, I realized something:
