Child abuse

Previously

…As the evening deepened, Lily lay in her bed, the gentle glow of her painted stars illuminating the room. She clutched a small, smooth stone she’d found in the garden, its coolness a comforting weight in her hand. She closed her eyes, and for the first time, the dreams that visited her were not of shadows and fear, but of vast, open skies, of soaring birds, and of a future painted in the brightest, most hopeful colors. The safe space was not just a room; it was a feeling, a growing certainty blooming within her heart. The journey had truly begun.