Every Friday at 6 p.m. my daughter called me without fail, and the one week my phone stayed silent I drove to her house and heard a sound from upstairs that turned our quiet Tennessee life into something I still can’t fully talk about

the hallway, but I’d learned something over the past year: small doesn’t mean weak.

In the witness preparation room, Amelia sat quietly, hands folded in her lap. Dr. Reed knelt beside her.

“Remember what we talked about,” Dr. Reed said gently. “Just tell the truth. If you get scared, look at your grandfather. He’ll be right there.”

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