My name is Rachel Morgan, and this experience took place in what appeared to be a quiet, middle-class neighborhood in Pennsylvania. From the outside, our home looked calm and ordinary. What happened inside, however, changed my understanding of safety, boundaries, and self-respect.
It was a Sunday afternoon, and my six-month-old son, Ethan, had finally fallen asleep in the guest bedroom after hours of fussing. I stood in the hallway for a moment, listening to his breathing and feeling a rare sense of relief. That peace was short-lived.
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