My son hit me last night, and I said nothing. The next morning, I draped my lace tablecloth over the table, prepared a full Southern breakfast, and brought out the fine china as though it were a celebration.

replaced love within my own home. Sheriff Reed stopped by once, just to make sure I was safe. Daniel was required to complete a court-ordered anger management program. We have not spoken since, and for now, that feels right.

Some mornings, I still lay out my lace tablecloth — not out of habit, but as a quiet reminder to myself that I am worthy of care continue reading …