I think that turning is the single most important decision I made in the whole ordeal, more important than the confrontation or the phone or the court case, and it is the one I would most want another wronged parent to hear.

When someone hurts your children, there are two directions you can point your life afterward, and you cannot fully point it in both.

You can point it backward, at the people who did the harm — at their punishment, their exposure, their downfall, at the endless satisfying work of making sure they suffer for what they did.

Or you can point it forward, at the children themselves — at their healing, their safety, their slow return to being whole.

Both feel, in the raw aftermath, like love.