"Get some rest, sweetheart," Ben murmured, and he rubbed her back with the flat of his now-free hand. He'd pulled the covers back already, her bed made neat as a pin, and he gestured for her to go ahead and lie down.
"I'm not angry, Nona," Ben said quietly almost as an afterthought, standing up to let her get situated under the covers. "I just hope that you understand the choices you're making, and realize that who you are shapes who you'll be." He bent at the waist and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead, then settled the teddy bear on the bed beside her. She'd hung onto it even though puberty and adolescence because it had been a gift from her mother when she was tiny.
It wouldn't take long before the extended-release Tramadol did their work on her empty belly and weakened constitution; when Nona was asleep, a few changes would be made.
The world when she woke would be a very different place.
One could call Nona's redemption Ben's New Year's resolution.