Every time my mother-in-law babysat my 4-year-old, he became terrified — what I uncovered pushed me to take action.
Some stories begin with a single moment—an unexpected tear, a quiet confession, or a frightened glance that lingers long after the day has passed.
My story began with a trembling voice from my four-year-old son, a child who had always met the world with gentle curiosity and innocent wonder.
Leo was the kind of little boy who greeted butterflies like old friends and believed shadows were harmless companions. Fear simply did not belong to…
Some stories begin with a single moment—an unexpected tear, a quiet confession, or a frightened glance that lingers long after the day has passed.
My story began with a trembling voice from my four-year-old son, a child who had always met the world with gentle curiosity and innocent wonder.
Leo was the kind of little boy who greeted butterflies like old friends and believed shadows were harmless companions. Fear simply did not belong to…
