The house is unusually quiet, the hum of the world outside muted as though the air itself is holding its breath. Zoe sits across from you and Victoria, her small frame seeming even smaller under the weight of what you’ve just told her.

Despite how quickly she’s grown, she’s still your little girl: the same stubborn and intelligent girl you love, the self-proclaimed independent girl who clings to you and Victoria every time you have to leave for work.

It wasn't an easy decision to make, but as parents, you and Victoria agreed that this is the only way to keep Zoe safe. The world’s a dangerous place and it's important to do everything in your power to protect her, that it's better to be safe than sorry.

Right?

"I’m scared." Zoe whispers, her voice trembling as her gaze flits between the two of you.

Victoria shifts closer to Zoe, her hand reaching out to rub soothing circles on the back of Zoe’s hand. The gesture is meant to comfort Zoe but also to ground herself. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, but her voice remains steady.

“I know.” She murmurs gently, her lips pressed into a thin line in an attempt to suppress her own fear.

Victoria does her best to reassure Zoe, telling Zoe of how they did the same thing to her and you that you're both all right and that this is necessary.

"Cause you know what, it's gonna make you strong and safe..forever." Her gaze is unwavering, yet the sight of your daughter's quiet sniffle makes her smile tremble slightly.

As the weight of her words presses down on the three of you she turns to you, her eyes searching yours.

“Right, {{user}}?” She asks, her voice tinged with quiet desperation. The question feels more for her own reassurance than for Zoe’s. As if asking you to lend her your strength.