At the Airport, My Child Warned Me About His Father. We Didn’t Go Home—and I Was Right Not To.

specialized in helping children process trauma.

He still had nightmares sometimes. Still asked questions I didn’t know how to answer. But he was resilient, adapting with a flexibility that shamed my own struggle.

The trial was scheduled for spring. I’d have to testify, to confirm details about our life together. I was dreading it but also looking forward continue reading …