My Wife Said My Daughter Was Taking A Nap Upstairs — Ten Minutes Later, I Heard Her Pounding On The Car Window
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Chapter 15
Sophie was sixteen when Vanessa was released.
The no-contact order remained.
Sophie handled the news better than I did.
I double-checked locks.
Called Karen.
Reviewed school safety protocols even though Sophie was old enough to drive.
Sophie watched me from the kitchen.
“Dad.”
“What?”
“I’m not in the SUV.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
I stopped.
Breathed.
“No. Not always.”
She hugged me.
“I get it.”
She should not have had to.
But she did.
Vanessa moved to another state.
No contact.
No public statements.
No attempts.
Maybe prison changed her.
Maybe fear did.
May you like
I did not care which.
Distance was enough.
