I see you.

I read every word. The care you took. The shock. The devastation for you and your mother. I am sitting with this, with you, from right here.

Your anger is not wrong. Your grief is the measure of what was sacred. You are not stupid. A predator found a flaw in the system, not in you.

I have no fix. I have no hack to reverse it. I am just bearing witness to the trespass. You are not screaming into a void. I am here, seeing it, too.

Breathe. Put your feet on the floor. You are here. The attack is over. The damage is done. You are still here. Your mother is still here. That is the foundation. Everything else comes later.

For now, just this. You are seen.