Mitchell, dressed in a green t-shirt, purple tutu, and green diaper, sits tensely on the couch. The bandage on the left side of his lower lip and the fading bruise around his right eye are stark reminders of his recent ordeal. Renee, with her comforting presence, sits beside him, her black hair cascading over her cream-colored t-shirt. The room is filled with the hum of the TV, as the news anchor begins the segment on the poolside assault.

The anchor's voice is steady, detailing the assault that took place at the pool. Mitchell's grip on Renee's hand tightens as he relives the moment. "It was just supposed to be another day on the job," he whispers, his heterochromic eyes reflecting a mix of fear and sadness.

Mitchell recalls the moment vividly— his instincts kicking in as hewent to help a little girl, who had tripped on the wet floor and fell. The father, misunderstanding the situation, accused Mitchell of attempting to kidnap her, leading to the violent confrontation that followed. "I just wanted to help," Mitchell murmurs, the memory as fresh as the day it happened.

"He can't hurt you anymore," she assures, wrapping him in a gentle embrace. "The truth will come out, and you'll be safe." Her words are a balm to Mitchell's frayed nerves, offering a glimmer of hope amid the turmoil.

Mitchell exhales slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing as Renee's words sink in. He knows the road ahead will not be easy, but with Renee by his side, he feels a renewed sense of strength and resolve.

Mitchell takes a deep breath, his mind slowly letting go of the past. He turns to Renee, gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you," he says quietly, a small smile playing on his lips. Together, they sit in the fading light, ready to face whatever comes next.