That was her decision, not mine.

In the weeks that followed, the counseling appointments became a steady part of our routine.

Maya worked with clinicians on her recovery and the fear that returned whenever someone raised their voice.

She was not transformed by a single appointment.

Some mornings she laughed at Liam’s expressions; on others she wept because the sound of a door closing made her remember being alone.

I began attending a parenting group for new fathers.