Chapter 92: Anya is Taken

  Anya sat with her friend Emma, who looked scared and sad. They were talking about Emma's young son, Henry, and the problems in Emma's home. Anya knew she had to help her friend make some tough choices.   "Then you prefer him to grow up in a home where his father hits his mother?" Anya asked gently, watching Emma's face carefully. She hated seeing her friend hurt like this.   Emma twisted her hands in her lap. "So I should leave? Just because of that?"   "Isn't that enough?" Anya leaned forward, her voice firm but kind. "You are his mother, so I'll ask you now. Look inside your heart—is that home really the safest place for Henry to grow up, or is it just the place you think is family because you're used to it? Is he truly safe in that house?" Anya paused, then added, "He's almost three years old but can't talk yet. Do you really want me to believe nothing bad is happening in that house?"   Anya reached out and touched Emma's hand. "Emma, I just want what's best for you and H