Janet’s face turned crimson with anger and embarrassment, but she knew better than to argue further. She left the room, muttering under her breath, as Michael turned his full attention to Sophie.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart,” he said softly, lifting her into his arms. Sophie, feeling lighter than she had in years, nodded and buried her face in her father’s shoulder, her tears finally flowing freely.

As Michael tended to Sophie’s wounds, he realized how blind he’d been, consumed by work and grief. But now, things would be different. He promised Sophie that she would never have to suffer again, vowing to be the father she deserved.

That evening, as the sun set over their small suburban house, Sophie and Michael sat together, planning a brighter future. Sophie’s pain began to fade, replaced by hope and the warmth of her father’s love. The oppressive shadow of Janet’s presence had lifted, and with it, Sophie’s spirit soared, ready to embrace the childhood she thought she’d lost forever.