Sophie was at the kitchen door as we were speaking. She most likely heard what we were saying. She didn’t visit our bed in the next days to tell us a corny tale before turning in for the night.
She just stood at her room’s door, seemingly waiting for us to inform her that she would no longer be a member of our family.
It shattered my heart to bits to see her like way. We finally went to counseling. Claire tried her hardest to get past her worries about not being a good mother.
Things became better and better every day. The family we’ve always envisioned triumphed over the challenges, although slowly.
Sophie won back our confidence. She knew we wouldn’t take her back anyplace with every day that went by. She remained there. We were eating lunch one day when there was a knock on the door.
