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“You can stand by the door if youwish,” Jason added. “You may even listen.”
His tone sharpened slightly.
“But this is their private space. They need to feel safe in here.”
There was a beat of silence.
Then Mrs. Stevenson smiled.
“Of course,” she said smoothly. “Go ahead.”
But as she stepped back, she made a note in her log.
Deliberate.
Documented.
Ms. Patric did the same.
I felt the subtle shift immediately.
Boundary.
Authority.
Observation.
They were measuring everything.
Jason knocked gently on Alice’s door before entering.
I followed.
Alice was sitting up in bed, her hair tangled from sleep.
“Daddy?” she asked, confused.
Jason sat on the edge of her bed, his voice soft.
“Some visitors are here to make sure you’re doing well,” he explained. “They may ask you a few questions.”
“Am I in trouble?” she asked immediately.
“No,” he said firmly. “You are never in trouble for being honest.”
I stood beside him, smoothing her hair.
“They just want to make sure you’re happy and safe.”
She nodded slowly.
Jason kissed her forehead and stood.
When we stepped back into the hallway, both women were watching us carefully.
“Ready?” Ms. Patric asked.
Jason stepped aside.
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But he did not move far.
He remained within sight
Within earshot.
Not interfering.
Just present.
Mrs. Stevenson’s pen hovered above her notebook. 1
Observing.
Assessing.
Testing.
This wasn’t just about the children.
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