“I know you thought you were helping,” I said. “But what you did was dishonest. You treated me like I didn’t matter.”
Claire opened her mouth. I raised my hand.
“No debates. This isn’t a vote. This is a boundary. It will not happen again.”
My father, for once, didn’t defend her. He admitted he’d been scared when Emma collapsed, but also that I am her mother – not a side character, not a case study.
They all promised to come to me first the next time they were worried.
This time, I didn’t just hope they meant it. I had legal backing and clear lines if they didn’t.
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