The air thickened with tension as Timothee’s voice boomed across the room, his words echoing like sudden thunder. Around us, I noticed a shift—the children’s eyes widened, and their bodies tensed, their faces reflecting silent fear. It was a heart-wrenching scene that twisted my insides with sharp empathy.
Instinctively, I reached out, my fingers gently yet firmly pressing against Timothee’s arm, silently urging him to moderate his tone.
“Timothee, don’t shout at the novices. Ask your questions calmly, keeping your emotions in check,” I whispered, my voice a mere murmur in the surrounding silence.
“How can I stay calm when a stranger wounds my foster child’s spirit?” he exclaimed, his voice echoing with emotion. His words revealed deep concern and fierce protectiveness. “Seeing someone
