“No promises!”
His laughter carried through the house.
I still didn’t know what would happen to my marriage. I couldn’t promise Lucas that Tyler would never bother him again, or that his father would never disappoint him.
But I could promise him that he wouldn’t have to face those things alone.
And I knew something else now: the most important message Lucas had sent that night wasn’t the one displayed on the arena screen.
It was the one he’d finally found the courage to say aloud.
Listen to me. Believe me. Let me be heard.
That was where our family would have to begin.
