A woman from victim services helps me apply for compensation and connects me with a therapist. In therapy I learn grounding exercises that actually help when the memories hit hard.
Khloe does a soft reopening with regular customers bringing flowers and cookies. The insurance finally pays out enough for her to upgrade the entire security system with better cameras and multiple panic buttons.
Detective Penn calls — Wilson took a plea deal: two years probation, anger management classes, and restitution payments. No prison time, but at least no trial.
I continue self-defense classes and actually get good at breaking holds. Three weeks after the attack, Khloe and I have a new routine: constant check-ins, always two people in the shop, upgraded security everywhere.
We’re not the same people we were before Wilson smashed through that door. But we’re functioning. The shop is more secure than it’s ever been. We both have therapists. Wilson can’t come near us without going straight to jail.
Looking back, we’ve proven to ourselves that we can survive the worst thing we could imagine and keep going.
Thanks for hanging out with me today. Life’s always throwing lessons at us if we actually stop and pay attention.
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