Theo’s gaze remained fixed on the door, his small frame tense with fear. Dr. Hart noticed the boy’s apprehension and exchanged a knowing look with Olivia. They had seen cases like this before, but each time, the vulnerability and courage of these young souls never failed to move them.
“Theo,” Dr. Hart continued softly, “you’re safe here. We just want to make sure you and Amelie are okay. Can you tell me who hurt you?”
The boy hesitated, biting his lip, his small body trembling. He seemed to be gathering all his courage before speaking. “It was… it was our dad,” he finally admitted, his voice breaking. “He gets angry. Really angry.”
