Child abuse

Previously

…It illuminated a small patch of the floor, a place where the shadows hadn’t quite reached. Lily, with a strength she didn’t know she possessed, slowly pushed herself up. She gathered the scattered pencils, her small fingers fumbling with them. She picked up the torn pages of her drawing pad, her heart aching with each ripped piece. She needed to find a safe place, a quiet corner, to try and mend what had been broken. Her art was her only solace, her only way to make sense of the chaos. Even now, with the storm raging inside and outside her, she knew she would find a way to draw again. She always did.