My Husband Left Me for My Sister and I Lost Our Baby — At Their Wedding, My Nine-Year-Old Found Her Voice
But she did it herself, from her own heart, and no one, least of all the father she exposed, gets to take that truth away from her.
Chapter 19 — Letting Her Be Nine
The months that followed were, in a quiet and unglamorous way, the most important of all of it, because they were the months in which I did the real work — the work of giving my daughter back her childhood.
It was not dramatic.
There was no single moment, no scene.
It was a hundred small things, done patiently, over time.
It was finding her a good counselor, someone she could talk to about the enormous thing she had carried and done.