My son called me 10 times during a meeting, his voice trembling when I finally answered:
“Daddy, Mom’s screaming, and I’m scared. There are men in her room!”
Panicked, I rushed home, calling 911 on the way. Breaking into our bedroom, I didn’t find my wife—my sister-in-law, Kelly, was on the floor, screaming in pain, clutching her abdomen. Blood was everywhere, and paramedics were already working to stabilize her.
I found my wife unconscious in the living room. Both were rushed to the hospital, leaving me with no answers. Hours later, the police uncovered the truth: Kelly’s violent ex-boyfriend had broken in, attacking them both.
Though they survived, the trauma of that night changed us forever. Healing would take time, but we clung to each other, determined to move forward.
