When she came home from school the next day, she looked at me in confusion.
“Dad… why is there a lock on my door?”
I crouched down next to her and said, “Because your space is yours, Katie. No one should be in here without your permission.”
The relief on her face was indescribable. For the first time in weeks, her shoulders relaxed, and her eyes lit up. She whispered, “Thank you, Dad.”
But of course, peace didn’t last long.
