Daycare was supposed to be our little daughter’s happy place. But then came the tantrums, and the tears, and each mention of “daycare” filled her with dread. When we uncovered the terrifying truth behind those bright, cheery doors, we were shattered.
The clock on my nightstand blinked 6:30 a.m. I sighed, steeling myself for another morning of tears and tantrums. Beside me, my husband Dave stirred, his face etched with the same worry that had become a haunting presence over the past few weeks…