My sister smiled just before my little daughter slipped into the hotel pool. When I tried to reach her, my father grabbed my arm and refused to let me go.

had been the result.

Emily healed slowly.

At first, she would not go near water. She screamed during hair washing. She slept between Adam and me for six weeks, her small fingers tangled in my sleeve. We found a child therapist named Dr. Melissa Grant, who never rushed her. She used drawings, dolls, breathing games, and eventually a blue plastic bowl continue reading …