Amidst the haze of her grief and trauma, Mr. O'Neil slowly drew back from the warm hold and stared at Amelia with eyes full of love and resolve. "Look darling, I know things are hard, but we will get past this," he said, as if he had made a decision, his voice full of defiance. "I won't rest unless I make sure you are content."

Amelia secretly smiled, swallowing her own tears while she felt dad’s unconditional love. "Thank you, Dad," she whispered, her voice shaky with emotion.

Mr. O'Neil rubbed her hand while he smiled encouragingly. "Any time, sweetheart. For now, let's go downstairs and have dinner together as...