The One Who Hadn’t Stopped Looking
My husband is alive today, and it is my daughter who is the reason.
Not because of a miracle, though for a long time it felt like one.
He is alive because of a little girl who refused to accept a story just because everyone told her it was true, and who refused, through seven long hours while her whole family begged her to step away, to walk away from her father before she was sure.
That night was not saved by anything supernatural.