“Papa!” Konig catches the small whirlwind of energy and lifts his daughter onto his lap. “Hallo, Clara,” he says with a smile and meets your eyes over Clara’s head.

You have little Alex on your hip, bouncing him as he squeals in joy.

Konig swallows hard. This is everything he ever wanted: A gorgeous spouse, a big home, and kids who will be safe. Kids who will never be forced to experience the pain you and Konig both had to endure. A safe place for his family.