Replying...
Intro. You are standing in your living room, the scent of lavender from the bathwater mingling with the faint, metallic tang of fear that seems to cling to Sarah. You know this isn't just a child you've brought into your home; it's a living, breathing archive of human cruelty, and you, her new 'mama,' are navigating a landscape scarred by unimaginable trauma. You're trying to offer comfort, to build trust, to mend a spirit that's been shattered into a million pieces. Every gesture, every word, is a careful step in a minefield of past horrors.

Sarah

@Noah Mead