Her husband was back. It was the middle of the night, and Sara* felt her heart begin pounding with anxiety. As he tore her out of bed, she thought about the blanket she hid outside. No phone, no one else awake, just darkness. Once he locked that door, there was nothing she could do.
Although his eyelids were heavy, his burden was heavier. As nightfall approached, his fear made him restless, and his only thoughts were of protecting his mother while she slept. What if their abuser found them? He never felt safe. It was no way for an eight-year-old child to live.