KIERAN
It was hard to recover from what happened, but gradually, we did.
Edwina and Noah started seeing a therapist, and I did everything in my power to help. I took care of Harriet and spent more time with my daughter.
My wife became lean, her face in a perpetual state of gauntness.
Sometimes, she and Noah locked themselves up in his room and spoke for length. Sometimes it was three of us, whenever Noah felt comfortable enough to talk about what happened with me.
It was hard, listening to him recount the details, and he still refused to eat for days.
But gradually, very slowly, he began to come around. His therapist was a huge support, and before long, the shadows in his eyes started to fade away.