“What? Wait a minute? How did you know Daddy molested me?”
“You think you are so good with your secrets. Well, you are not. It does not take a genius to figure things out.” She then stuck her perfectly polished and manicured fingernail directly in my face just a few inches short of my nose.
“You listen to me!” She gritted her teeth. “You are going to that treatment program, and you are NOT going to give me another bit of lip about it!”
I lay there in silence, just looking at her, hardly believing what I was witnessing. For a moment, I was in shock. Then I wondered if the real miracle was not that I healed her when she was a little girl, but that God sent her to heal me.
“You are the strongest person I have ever known,” I said, finally. “I swear to God, you could take a bullet and keep
