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<\/p>\nI had never heard my seven-year-old daughter scream like that. I was downstairs folding laundry when the sound tore through our house and sent me running toward the staircase. \u201cLily?\u201d Another scream came from upstairs. This one was followed by my father shouting my husband\u2019s name. I dropped everything and ran. By the time I reached Lily\u2019s bedroom, my entire world had changed. My husband, Mark, stood near her desk holding a hammer. Lily was crying uncontrollably, terrified and clearly injured. And my seventy-year-old father, George, was confronting Mark. \u201cWhat have you done?\u201d Dad shouted. Mark turned toward him. \u201cIt\u2019s none of your business.\u201d \u201cShe\u2019s my granddaughter!\u201d Everything happened incredibly fast after that. Dad moved toward Lily.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Mark stepped between them. There was shouting. Then Mark lashed out at my father. Dad collapsed. For one horrifying second, the entire room became silent. Then Lily screamed: \u201cGrandpa!\u201d I ran toward my father. There was blood. My hands immediately started shaking. \u201cDad?\u201d He didn\u2019t answer. I looked at Mark. He was standing several feet away, breathing heavily. \u201cWhat did you do?\u201d \u201cHe came at me.\u201d \u201cHe was trying to protect Lily!\u201d \u201cHe attacked me!\u201d I couldn\u2019t believe what I was hearing. My daughter was hurt. My father was lying on the floor. And somehow Mark was already describing himself as the victim. I grabbed my phone and called emergency services. Mark\u2019s expression changed immediately. \u201cPut the phone down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah, put it down.\u201d<\/p>\n
I backed away.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay away from us.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stepped forward.<\/p>\n
I screamed loudly enough that he stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cDON\u2019T COME CLOSER!\u201d<\/p>\n
Something in my voice must have surprised him.<\/p>\n
Maybe it surprised me too.<\/p>\n
For years, I had learned to become quieter whenever Mark became angry.<\/p>\n
That afternoon, I stopped being quiet.<\/p>\n
I stayed on the phone.<\/p>\n
Then I moved toward Lily.<\/p>\n
She was shaking so badly she could barely speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cMommy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy foot hurts.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knelt beside her.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t understand exactly what Mark had done yet, and I wasn\u2019t going to make her explain while she was terrified.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re going to be okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
She pointed toward my father.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Grandpa?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m getting help.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark started pacing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is ridiculous.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cRidiculous?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wouldn\u2019t study!\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence stunned me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe kept getting up from the desk.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Lily.<\/p>\n
Her schoolbooks were scattered across the floor.<\/p>\n
One notebook remained open on her desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted to go outside,\u201d Mark continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had homework.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s seven!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe needs discipline.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father made a faint sound from the floor.<\/p>\n
I rushed toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes opened briefly.<\/p>\n
\u201cLily,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGet her away.\u201d<\/p>\n
Those three words destroyed whatever hesitation remained inside me.<\/p>\n
Dad wasn\u2019t worried about himself.<\/p>\n
He was worried about his granddaughter.<\/p>\n
I looked toward Mark.<\/p>\n
For the first time in eleven years of marriage, I didn\u2019t see the man I had married.<\/p>\n
I saw danger.<\/p>\n
The sirens arrived minutes later.<\/p>\n
Those minutes felt like hours.<\/p>\n
Mark tried several times to explain what happened.<\/p>\n
I stopped listening.<\/p>\n
Paramedics entered first.<\/p>\n
Then law enforcement.<\/p>\n
The room filled with voices, questions, medical equipment, and movement.<\/p>\n
One paramedic went immediately to Dad.<\/p>\n
Another approached Lily.<\/p>\n
She grabbed my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not going anywhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark began explaining himself to an officer.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s twisting everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody responded immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe always makes me look like the bad guy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
Even then, he was worried about appearances.<\/p>\n
Not Lily.<\/p>\n
Not Dad.<\/p>\n
Himself.<\/p>\n
The paramedic examining Lily looked toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to take her to the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad needed emergency treatment too.<\/p>\n
I wanted to ride with both of them.<\/p>\n
Obviously, I couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Another paramedic told me Dad\u2019s condition needed immediate attention.<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he going to be okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re taking care of him.\u201d<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t an answer.<\/p>\n
But it was the only answer available.<\/p>\n
I rode with Lily.<\/p>\n
During the entire trip, she held my hand.<\/p>\n
She barely spoke.<\/p>\n
At the hospital, doctors examined her injury and began treating her.<\/p>\n
Then came questions.<\/p>\n
Questions no mother ever wants to answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy husband was with her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat caused the injury?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know everything yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you witness it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Each answer made guilt crawl deeper into my chest.<\/p>\n
I hadn\u2019t witnessed what happened.<\/p>\n
I had been downstairs.<\/p>\n
I had trusted my husband upstairs with our daughter.<\/p>\n
A doctor later explained that Lily\u2019s foot injury required treatment but was manageable.<\/p>\n
I should have felt relief.<\/p>\n
Instead, I kept thinking about Dad.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s my father?\u201d<\/p>\n
A nurse checked.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s being evaluated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I see him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily heard everything.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Grandpa going to die?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer came too quickly.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t actually know.<\/p>\n
But I refused to let her carry that fear alone.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s with doctors.\u201d<\/p>\n
She began crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis happened because of me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf I had just studied\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Lily.\u201d<\/p>\n
I moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook at me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She reluctantly raised her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing that happened today was your fault.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Daddy said\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t care what Daddy said.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words came out more sharply than I intended.<\/p>\n
I softened my voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are allowed to make mistakes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sniffled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are allowed to want to play.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another tear rolled down her cheek.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd no adult is allowed to hurt you because you didn\u2019t finish homework.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at me.<\/p>\n
Then she whispered something that broke my heart.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaddy said pain would make me remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had to look away.<\/p>\n
Because suddenly I was remembering dozens of things I had dismissed.<\/p>\n
Mark had always been obsessed with achievement.<\/p>\n
Grades mattered enormously to him.<\/p>\n
When Lily brought home a spelling test with eight correct answers out of ten, I celebrated.<\/p>\n
Mark asked about the two mistakes.<\/p>\n
When she struggled with mathematics, I wanted to find a tutor.<\/p>\n
Mark called her lazy.<\/p>\n
When she wanted to play after school, he frequently told her successful children didn\u2019t waste time.<\/p>\n
I disagreed with him.<\/p>\n
We argued.<\/p>\n
But I told myself he was simply strict.<\/p>\n
I told myself we had different parenting styles.<\/p>\n
I told myself he wanted the best for her.<\/p>\n
Those explanations now sounded horrifying.<\/p>\n
Strict parenting and cruelty were not the same thing.<\/p>\n
And I had spent too long pretending I couldn\u2019t see the difference.<\/p>\n
An investigator eventually spoke with me.<\/p>\n
I told them everything I knew.<\/p>\n
Then they spoke with Lily using appropriate procedures.<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t present for every question.<\/p>\n
That was difficult.<\/p>\n
But I understood why.<\/p>\n
Eventually, I learned enough to understand what had happened before I reached the bedroom.<\/p>\n
Lily had been home from school that afternoon.<\/p>\n
She was supposed to complete several pages of homework.<\/p>\n
She finished some.<\/p>\n
Then she saw neighborhood children playing outside.<\/p>\n
She asked Mark whether she could join them.<\/p>\n
He refused.<\/p>\n
She asked again.<\/p>\n
Mark became angry.<\/p>\n
According to Lily, he told her she needed to learn that studying came before running around.<\/p>\n
What happened next crossed every boundary a parent should have.<\/p>\n
Mark deliberately injured her foot while trying to frighten her into obeying him.<\/p>\n
Lily screamed.<\/p>\n
My father heard her.<\/p>\n
Dad had been working in our garage that afternoon.<\/p>\n
He ran upstairs.<\/p>\n
He entered Lily\u2019s bedroom and saw enough to understand she was in danger.<\/p>\n
Dad confronted Mark.<\/p>\n
Then he tried reaching Lily.<\/p>\n
That was when Mark attacked him.<\/p>\n
The hospital staff later told me Dad had suffered a serious head injury.<\/p>\n
He was conscious.<\/p>\n
But doctors wanted to monitor him closely.<\/p>\n
When I was finally allowed to see him, I almost collapsed with relief.<\/p>\n
His eyes opened when I entered.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, kiddo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad had called me that since childhood.<\/p>\n
I started crying immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have known.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have protected her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou protect her now.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI left her with him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou trusted your husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI shouldn\u2019t have.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad reached weakly toward my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t spend tonight figuring out who to blame.\u201d<\/p>\n
He paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cFigure out what Lily needs tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was my father.<\/p>\n
Injured because he had rushed toward danger without hesitation, and still thinking about everyone except himself.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m leaving Mark.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was the simplest conversation we ever had about my marriage.<\/p>\n
There was no debate.<\/p>\n
No advice.<\/p>\n
No second chances.<\/p>\n
Just one word.<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
Mark and I had been married eleven years.<\/p>\n
There had been happy years.<\/p>\n
At least I thought there had.<\/p>\n
We met when I was twenty-eight.<\/p>\n
He was charming, ambitious, intelligent, and incredibly disciplined.<\/p>\n
Those qualities attracted me.<\/p>\n
Mark always had a plan.<\/p>\n
A five-year plan.<\/p>\n
A financial plan.<\/p>\n
A career plan.<\/p>\n
Eventually, he had a plan for Lily too.<\/p>\n
She would attend the right schools.<\/p>\n
Earn the highest grades.<\/p>\n
Play piano.<\/p>\n
Study another language.<\/p>\n
Get into a prestigious university.<\/p>\n
Lily was seven.<\/p>\n
Mark was already planning her eighteenth birthday.<\/p>\n
At first, I laughed.<\/p>\n
Then the planning became pressure.<\/p>\n
If Lily resisted, Mark became frustrated.<\/p>\n
If I defended her, he accused me of undermining him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re teaching her weakness,\u201d he once said.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s six.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s when discipline starts.\u201d<\/p>\n
I should have taken those words more seriously.<\/p>\n
Instead, I believed compromise could solve everything.<\/p>\n
After the hospital, compromise was finished.<\/p>\n
The following morning, I called an attorney.<\/p>\n
Not Mark.<\/p>\n
An attorney.<\/p>\n
I explained enough for her to understand the urgency.<\/p>\n
My voice shook during the conversation.<\/p>\n
But my decision did not.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want a divorce.\u201d<\/p>\n
She asked several practical questions.<\/p>\n
Then she explained the next steps.<\/p>\n
When the call ended, I felt something strange.<\/p>\n
Not happiness.<\/p>\n
Not relief exactly.<\/p>\n
Clarity.<\/p>\n
For years, I had approached marriage as something that needed saving.<\/p>\n
Now I understood there are situations where saving a marriage should no longer be the goal.<\/p>\n
Protecting a child was the goal.<\/p>\n
Protecting Dad was the goal.<\/p>\n
Ensuring this never happened again was the goal.<\/p>\n
Mark called repeatedly.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
Then came messages.<\/p>\n
First:<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease let me explain.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father attacked me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re turning Lily against me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re destroying our family.\u201d<\/p>\n
I saved every message.<\/p>\n
Eventually, one arrived that perfectly captured everything wrong with him.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has to learn discipline somehow.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at those words for almost a minute.<\/p>\n
Then I forwarded the message to my attorney.<\/p>\n
Mark still didn\u2019t understand.<\/p>\n
This wasn\u2019t discipline.<\/p>\n
Discipline teaches.<\/p>\n
Cruelty terrifies.<\/p>\n
Discipline gives children boundaries.<\/p>\n
Cruelty makes children afraid of the adults who are supposed to protect them.<\/p>\n
Several days later, Dad came home from the hospital.<\/p>\n
He moved slowly.<\/p>\n
Doctors gave us strict instructions regarding his recovery.<\/p>\n
Lily insisted on making him a welcome-home card.<\/p>\n
She drew three stick figures.<\/p>\n
Grandpa.<\/p>\n
Mommy.<\/p>\n
Lily.<\/p>\n
Above them she drew a giant yellow sun.<\/p>\n
Dad studied the picture.<\/p>\n
Then he noticed something.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere am I?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily pointed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m very skinny.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
It was the first real laugh I had heard from her since that afternoon.<\/p>\n
Dad smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to eat more sandwiches.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment, everything felt almost normal.<\/p>\n
Then Lily accidentally dropped a box of crayons.<\/p>\n
The sound made her jump.<\/p>\n
Her smile disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad immediately bent toward the crayons.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI made a mess.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked confused.<\/p>\n
Dad picked up a red crayon.<\/p>\n
\u201cKnow what we do when crayons fall?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe pick them up.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was all.<\/p>\n
No lecture.<\/p>\n
No punishment.<\/p>\n
No fear.<\/p>\n
Just crayons on a floor.<\/p>\n
Lily slowly began helping him.<\/p>\n
I watched them and understood how much healing remained ahead.<\/p>\n
Physical injuries can sometimes be measured.<\/p>\n
Emotional fear is different.<\/p>\n
It hides inside ordinary moments.<\/p>\n
A dropped glass.<\/p>\n
An unfinished worksheet.<\/p>\n
A wrong answer.<\/p>\n
The sound of footsteps outside a bedroom.<\/p>\n
We found professional support for Lily.<\/p>\n
Slowly, she began talking about what had happened.<\/p>\n
I learned not to pressure her.<\/p>\n
I learned to listen.<\/p>\n
Most importantly, I learned never to make her responsible for my emotions.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t need to comfort me.<\/p>\n
She needed me to comfort her.<\/p>\n
One evening, weeks later, Lily asked a question.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Daddy mad at me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat beside her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened was not your fault.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
Seven-year-olds can be remarkably direct.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what he feels,\u201d I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut whatever he feels is his responsibility.\u201d<\/p>\n
She thought about that.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I still love him?\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven after what happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to decide complicated things right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
I brushed her hair away from her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can have whatever feelings you have.\u201d<\/p>\n
That became another lesson for me.<\/p>\n
Protecting Lily didn\u2019t mean teaching her hatred.<\/p>\n
It meant teaching her boundaries.<\/p>\n
Love did not require access.<\/p>\n
Love did not erase consequences.<\/p>\n
And loving someone did not mean allowing them to hurt you.<\/p>\n
The legal process continued.<\/p>\n
I won\u2019t pretend it was easy.<\/p>\n
There were documents.<\/p>\n
Interviews.<\/p>\n
Hearings.<\/p>\n
Medical records.<\/p>\n
Statements.<\/p>\n
Each step forced us to revisit an afternoon I desperately wanted to erase.<\/p>\n
But I kept going.<\/p>\n
Dad kept recovering.<\/p>\n
Lily kept healing.<\/p>\n
And Mark continued insisting that everyone misunderstood him.<\/p>\n
Eventually, I stopped needing him to understand.<\/p>\n
That was surprisingly freeing.<\/p>\n
For years, I had believed resolution required Mark to admit when he was wrong.<\/p>\n
It didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Sometimes closure comes from accepting that another person may never take responsibility.<\/p>\n
Your responsibility is deciding what you do next.<\/p>\n
Months later, Lily returned to running.<\/p>\n
That mattered more than anyone outside our family could understand.<\/p>\n
For a while, she became hesitant about physical activity.<\/p>\n
Then one Saturday, Dad and I took her to a park.<\/p>\n
Children were racing across the grass.<\/p>\n
Lily watched them.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I go?\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about homework?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt can wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes widened.<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally.\u201d<\/p>\n
She ran.<\/p>\n
Not carefully.<\/p>\n
Not quietly.<\/p>\n
She sprinted across that field as fast as her little legs could carry her.<\/p>\n
Dad stood beside me.<\/p>\n
Neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n
We didn\u2019t need to.<\/p>\n
Watching Lily run felt like watching something being returned to her.<\/p>\n
Childhood.<\/p>\n
Freedom.<\/p>\n
Safety.<\/p>\n
The right to move without fear.<\/p>\n
Eventually, she stumbled on the grass.<\/p>\n
My heart jumped.<\/p>\n
She rolled over.<\/p>\n
Then she started laughing.<\/p>\n
Dad laughed too.<\/p>\n
I realized I was crying.<\/p>\n
Lily stood up, brushed grass from her knees, and ran again.<\/p>\n
That became the memory I chose to keep.<\/p>\n
Not the bedroom.<\/p>\n
Not the hammer.<\/p>\n
Not the hospital.<\/p>\n
The park.<\/p>\n
My daughter running toward sunlight while her grandfather stood beside me recovering from the day he had risked everything to protect her.<\/p>\n
I still regret what I failed to recognize before that afternoon.<\/p>\n
I probably always will.<\/p>\n
But guilt cannot protect Lily.<\/p>\n
Action can.<\/p>\n
Listening can.<\/p>\n
Believing her can.<\/p>\n
Creating a safe home can.<\/p>\n
So that is what I choose now.<\/p>\n
Homework still matters in our house.<\/p>\n
So do responsibilities.<\/p>\n
Lily still has rules.<\/p>\n
But no grade will ever matter more than her safety.<\/p>\n
No unfinished assignment will ever justify humiliation or fear.<\/p>\n
And no adult will ever convince me again that cruelty is simply another word for discipline.<\/p>\n
My father taught me that lesson without ever giving a speech.<\/p>\n
He heard his granddaughter scream.<\/p>\n
He ran toward her.<\/p>\n
There was no calculation.<\/p>\n
No concern about family reputation.<\/p>\n
No question about whether intervening might create conflict.<\/p>\n
A child needed protection.<\/p>\n
So he moved.<\/p>\n
That is what love looked like that afternoon.<\/p>\n
Not control.<\/p>\n
Not obedience.<\/p>\n
Not perfection.<\/p>\n
Protection.<\/p>\n
Years from now, Lily may remember only pieces of what happened.<\/p>\n
I hope the strongest memory isn\u2019t the moment she was hurt.<\/p>\n
I hope she remembers what came afterward.<\/p>\n
Grandpa coming through the door.<\/p>\n
Mom believing her.<\/p>\n
Doctors helping her.<\/p>\n
A new home where mistakes were allowed.<\/p>\n
And one sunny afternoon when she asked permission to run.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow far?\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cAs far as you want.\u201d<\/p>\n
And she did.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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