I slowly got up, trying to keep my calm. The fake smile on my face was the only thing hiding the storm that was beginning inside me. I walked to the kitchen, pretending to get more water. In reality, I pulled out my phone and dialed 112, my hands shaking.
I spoke as briefly and calmly as possible, explaining that I had reason to believe my daughter was in danger, but that I couldn’t speak freely. The operator asked me to keep the line open and to speak normally, as if nothing was happening.
I returned to the table. Mihai was laughing awkwardly, trying to seem friendly. Elena wouldn’t look at him. She stared at her plate, chewing without appetite.
— The chicken is excellent, Mr. Dorin, — he said. — My mother used to cook like this.
His tone was polite but cold, as if every word was carefully chosen.
I smiled and thanked him, even though my heart was racing. I was trying to buy time.
After a few minutes, I heard a slight noise from the yard — the sign that the patrol had arrived.
I clapped my hands, pretending to remember something.
— Oh, I almost forgot the dessert! — I said. — Elena, come help me in the kitchen for a moment.
She stood up hesitantly. Mihai wanted to say something but changed his mind. I gently pulled her by the arm and we both went into the kitchen.
Her eyes filled with tears.
— Dad, please, don’t do anything… he gets angry quickly, she whispered.
I took her by the shoulders and said softly:
— You don’t have to be afraid anymore. You’re home.
At that moment, there were loud knocks at the door.
Mihai stood up abruptly, confused. When the police entered, he tried to keep calm, but he was visibly shaking. They spoke to me briefly, then took him aside.
Elena was crying, and I didn’t know whether to be happy or afraid of what would come next. After they left, she fell into my arms and burst into tears.
— I couldn’t take it anymore, Dad… I was afraid to tell you. He said that if I did, he would ruin my life…
I held her tighter.
— No one has the power to ruin your life. Never, I told her.
The next day, we went to the police together. We told everything, filed a complaint, and for the first time in a long time, I saw something in her eyes that I hadn’t seen in years: peace.
Difficult months followed, with hearings and statements, but I was by her side every time. Slowly, Elena began to regain her confidence, to smile again, to paint her dreams on paper, just like she did in childhood.
One evening, I found her sitting in the yard, watching the sunset.
— Dad, do you think I’ll be able to love again? — she asked me.
— Yes, but this time, you will choose someone who makes you feel safe, not just loved.
She smiled slightly.
We both remained silent, looking at the orange sky. It was a simple sunset, but for us, it meant a new beginning.
For the first time in a long time, I felt that life was finally giving us a breath of fresh air.
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