My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. The room spun as I struggled to process what Mia had just revealed. Dr. Evans stood beside us, his face a mask of concern and disbelief. I clutched Mia’s hand, my mind racing with questions and a rage that threatened to consume me.
Mia’s father, my ex-husband, had always been controlling, but I never imagined he would involve our daughter in his twisted games. The thought of him using a listening device on our child, turning her into an unwilling spy, was beyond comprehension. I could feel a mix of anger and sorrow building inside me, a storm that needed release.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Mia, listen to me,” I said softly but firmly, “you did nothing wrong. This is not your fault. We’re going to fix this, I promise.”
