I arrived unexpectedly and was freezing. My daughter was washing dishes in the cold while her husband and mother-in-law ate peacefully. I didn’t say a word. I simply took out my phone and made a call.

The following weeks were difficult. Meetings. Therapy. Moments of doubt. Laura sometimes blamed herself, like many after long periods of intense emotional pressure. But little by little, she began to recover what she had lost: her voice.

With support and guidance, she learned to express her needs, set boundaries, and take care of herself. One day, she turned on the heat in the kitchen without asking permission. A small gesture, but one full of meaning.

Daniel tried to contact her several times. Everything went as it should. Margaret gradually disappeared from our lives.

One morning, while we were having coffee in that same kitchen, Laura looked at me and said:

« Thank you for not looking away. »

That phrase has stayed with me.

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