The next few weeks were peaceful. For the first time in a long while, my life stopped feeling like a storm that could break again at any moment. There were no sudden calls from anyone about anything, no hospital visits, no threats waiting around every corner. I almost forgot what normal felt like. Every morning, I woke up to the sound of Lila and Elias arguing over something small. Some days it was a toy. Other days, it was who would sit beside me at breakfast. “Mommy, Elias took my spoon,” Lila complained one morning. “I didn’t take it,” Elias argued. “You dropped it.” I looked at both of them and smiled. “Then use another spoon.” They looked at each other. “Okay,” they said together. Those little moments meant more to me than they knew. When it was time for school, everything had changed slightly. My children still went to school, but they were never alone. Extra security followed them every day. I didn’t like having to make them live that way, but after everything that had
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