I knew my mother-in-law hated me, but I never thought she would hide shrimp in my food while I was pregnant. When my throat closed and I grabbed my belly, Daniel snapped, “Stop em:bar:rassing my mother.”

to hold long enough. We helped women whose pain had been dismissed as drama, whose warnings had been mocked, whose truths had been buried beneath powerful family names.

On the first anniversary of Ava’s death, I stood in the quiet garden behind the new office and planted a white magnolia tree.

Lena stood beside me.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

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