I Was About to Propose to Another Woman When Four Six-Year-Old Boys With My Face Led Me Back to the Family I Never Knew I Had.
The question was ordinary.
I couldn’t answer it as easily as I wanted.
I remembered workers’ names that I had never bothered to learn, contracts approved because they were legal rather than fair, and meetings where I had stayed silent when someone was treated badly.
“Not always,” I said.
“I’m trying to do better.”
That night I asked Naomi about setting up regular financial support without turning it into leverage.
She advised transparent arrangements, proper records, and an agreement worked out with Lauren’s own counsel.