“How are you feeling?” I asked Linda one afternoon.
She smiled, a genuine smile for the first time in weeks. “Better. Safer.”
Ben ran into the room, waving a drawing.
“Look, Kate! I made this for you.”
I took the drawing, my heart swelling. It was a picture of the three of us, smiling and happy.
“Thank you, Ben. It’s beautiful.”
Linda looked at me, tears in her eyes. “We couldn’t have done this without you.”
I squeezed her hand.
“You’re stronger than you know, Linda. You both are.”
The following days were peaceful. Linda started seeing a therapist, and Ben was enrolled in a new school.
They were rebuilding their lives, one step at a time.
One evening, as we sat on the balcony, Linda turned to me. “Kate, I’ve been thinking…”
“About what?”
“About helping others. Like you helped us.”
I nodded.
“It’s a great idea.”
“I want to start a support group,” she said, determination in her voice. “For women in similar situations. They need to know they’re not alone.”
I smiled.
“Count me in.”
Linda and I spent hours planning. We reached out to local shelters and community centers, spreading the word about the support group. The response was overwhelming.
Women from all walks of life came, sharing their stories, finding solace in each other’s experiences.
