“A beginning.”
She looked confused.
“I thought you wanted to punish me.”
I shook my head.
“No.”
Punishment is easy.
Growth is hard.
I slid the folder across the desk.
“This is what help actually looks like.”
She stared at the papers.
Then at me.
Then back at the papers.
The fight seemed to leave her body.
Months passed.
Not smoothly.
Not magically.
