He shook his head, his voice muffled by his pillow. “Not now, Dad. I’m just… tired.”

I nodded, understanding more than he realized. “Okay. Just remember, you’re not alone in this. We’ll get through it—together.”

As he drifted off, I made my way to the kitchen, where I found myself standing by the window, staring into the night. I felt a mixture of anger and helplessness. Anger at Mark for his deceitful actions and for laying hands on my son, and a sense of helplessness because, despite my position, I couldn’t protect Dylan from everything.

But I was determined. The next morning, I phoned my captain to explain the situation. He listened patiently, offering support and ensuring me that the department would conduct a thorough investigation into Mark Carver’s history of complaints. It was a small comfort, but a necessary step towards justice.

Over the following weeks, the investigation unfolded. Evidence was gathered, testimonies were collected, and slowly but surely, a different picture of Mark Carver emerged—a pattern of manipulation, control, and abuse. CPS became involved, and Dylan was given a social worker who specialized in family dynamics. It was a long road, but the truth began to surface.

Throughout it all, Dylan showed resilience I hadn’t expected. He started talking about his experiences, not just with his social worker, but with me, too. Each conversation felt like a step towards healing. And with every step, the bond between us strengthened.

One evening, as we were having dinner, Dylan looked up and said, “I don’t know what I would have done without you, Dad.” His words weren’t just a testament to the ordeal we had faced, but a reminder of the power of family and the importance of standing up for those you love.

I reached across the table, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “We’re a team, Dylan. And teams stick together.”

As the weeks turned into months, the shadows of that night at the precinct started to fade. Mark Carver faced charges, and the legal system was doing its part to ensure justice. It wasn’t a perfect resolution, but it was a beginning—a chance for Dylan to reclaim his sense of security and for us both to move forward, stronger and more united than ever.