Hours later, after the officer left and the adrenaline wore off, I sat on the couch with Micah beside me, an ice pack pressed to his arm, and Noah curled up asleep in my lap.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” Micah whispered. “I tried—”
I squeezed his hand. “It’s not your fault.”
We sat in silence for a while before he asked, “What do we do now?”
I exhaled slowly. “We move forward. We change the locks. We get a security system. And we don’t let fear control us.”
Micah nodded, but I could see the lingering unease in his eyes. I felt it too. But I also knew this—home wasn’t just walls and a roof. It was us. And as long as we had each other, we would be okay.
Sometimes, life shakes you to your core. But what matters is how you stand back up.
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