Each passing day brings us closer to that meeting. It’s like a looming storm on the horizon.
The air feels charged, heavy with unspoken questions and mounting pressure.
Michelle remains unaware, her days filled with small joys and challenges.
Her laughter, a reminder of what’s at stake.
Yet, beneath the surface, my mind races.
Every decision we’ve made leads to this point.
In the quiet moments, I wonder about her future.
Will she have the support she needs?
Or will the system fail her?
The panel meeting is a pivot, a chance to solidify her care.
