but he quickly regained his composure, leaning back with an air of arrogance that made my blood boil. I could feel the tension in the room, a thick fog of betrayal and anger that hung between us. Megan shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting between Eric and me, but she said nothing.
“Look, man, it’s not what you think,” Eric began, his voice dripping with insincerity.
I cut him off, my voice steady but filled with raw intensity. “It’s exactly what I think. That’s my daughter you’re talking about, and no one puts her in a corner, especially not in a garage.”
Sophie clung to me, her little hands gripping my shirt as if she feared I might disappear again. I couldn’t blame her. The thought of what she’d endured while I was away tore at my soul, each imagined moment more unbearable than the last.
“Where were you, Megan?” I demanded, my gaze shifting to my wife. Her face was a mask of pain and regret, but it was too late for tears. “How could you let this happen?”
Megan’s voice was barely a whisper. “I didn’t know, I swear. Eric said it was just… temporary. I was working late…”
“Temporary?” I echoed, incredulous. “You didn’t notice your own daughter wasn’t sleeping in her room, wasn’t eating properly?”
Her silence was all the confirmation I needed.
Eric scoffed, trying to regain control of the situation. “You’re overreacting. She wasn’t hurt.”
But I could see it—the hurt was etched into her very being, more than physical. It was the kind of hurt that leaves invisible scars, the kind that can take a lifetime to heal.
I turned to Megan once more. “I’m taking Sophie. This isn’t her home anymore.”
Megan’s eyes filled with tears, but she nodded, knowing there was nothing she could say to repair the damage done. “Please, let me talk to her.”
I hesitated, then gently set Sophie down. “Go on, sweetheart. I’ll be right here.”
Sophie walked slowly to her mother, and they hugged. Megan whispered apologies, promises of change. But I knew trust wouldn’t come easily. Trust had been broken, and it would take more than words to mend.
“I’ll get help,” Megan said, looking at me, desperation in her eyes. “I’ll make this right.”
I nodded, not ready to forgive, but willing to believe she could try.
As we left the house, Eric called after us, but his words were lost in the wind as I closed the door behind me. I could feel Sophie relax in my arms, the safety she deserved surrounding her again.
We drove back to the base, the hum of the engine a comforting reassurance. Sophie dozed off, her head resting gently on my shoulder. I glanced at her peaceful face, a reminder of what truly mattered.
The journey ahead wouldn’t be easy, but I was ready. Ready to fight for my daughter, to ensure she would never be locked away again—physically or emotionally. As the night sky stretched above us, I knew one thing for sure: Sophie’s place was with me, where she truly belonged.
