I Supported a Child’s Recovery — Then Learned Something Unexpected

Lily always seemed energetic when I saw her, running and laughing with ease. Whenever I asked about visiting her therapy center or speaking with her directly, Travis would gently deflect, saying it was best not to disrupt her routine. I tried to trust him, yet something felt out of place.

Then one afternoon, I came home early and noticed him hurriedly closing a door to his office. Later that night, curiosity got the better of me, and I discovered open webpages and documents that painted a very different picture than the one I had been shown. The story I’d believed about therapy expenses no longer aligned with what I was seeing.

My heart sank as I realized that my trust had been built on shaky ground. For days, I gathered my thoughts and information quietly. I wanted clarity, not chaos.

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