my child’s first guardian angel.
A New Beginning
Confronting the truth was hard. What followed was harder still — the realization that my marriage was built on something fragile, something already cracking long before I saw the signs.
I left, eventually. Slowly, carefully, with the help of family and friends, I built a new life. One centered around my son and the dog who had saved us both.
Today, my little boy is three. He calls Loki “Oki,” his first real word. He giggles when she licks his face, and every
