A copy hung openly beside the refrigerator.

Other copies were with Aunt Helen, the school, and the community services team.

Their life had not transformed into a fairy tale.

The roof still needed repairs.

Andrew still had bills he was working to pay.

Some evenings he came home exhausted, and on certain rainy nights Ashley woke from bad dreams.

They had medical appointments, ordinary disagreements, and weeks when the budget was tight.

But they also had a stocked pantry, people who answered the phone, and a plan for days when life went wrong.