Child abuse

Previously

…That night, as Lily lay in bed, the moonlight casting long shadows across her room, she dreamt of a field of sunflowers, their faces turned towards the sun, their petals a vibrant explosion of gold. In the distance, a small, dark figure stood, her back to the viewer, but Lily knew it was herself. And for the first time in a long time, the figure wasn’t hunched or afraid. She was standing tall, her arms outstretched, as if embracing the light. The dream was a whisper of hope, a promise that even in the darkest of times, beauty and resilience could still find a way to bloom.