That question hit me hard, a stone sinking deep in my stomach. Big John. The mention of him brought visions of raw, brutal strength, an unstoppable force tearing through anything standing in his way. Knowing he threatened my family - my mother, sister, and the fragile foster kids depending on me - made my blood run cold. Was I strong enough to face him head-on? It felt like I was going up against a storm I couldn’t survive. To pull them out of danger, I’d need cunning, courage, and maybe a hidden fear I never knew lived inside me. The only other possibility was letting his merciless wrath destroy us all, a reality I could never agree to. Doing nothing wasn’t even on the table. Everything I loved was teetering on a knife’s blade. It wasn’t about if I’d fight, but how I’d navigate the chaos and keep my family alive.