They spent the evening talking, their conversation raw and honest. It was a beginning, a step towards healing. Sarah knew it would take time to fully rebuild the trust, but she hoped that this ordeal would ultimately strengthen their bond.

As they tucked Tim into bed that night, John lingered a moment longer, brushing his son’s hair gently. It was a silent promise, to be better, to trust more. And as they turned off the lights, leaving the room bathed in moonlight, Sarah felt a small glimmer of hope. They would get through this, one day at a time.