The Day I Dropped My Husband at the Airport, My Eight-Year-Old Daughter Warned Me Not to Go Home. Minutes Later, I Saw Why.
I did not need predictions.
I needed a plan for next Tuesday morning when Lily had school and I had to work.
Priya helped me make one.
We arranged secure communications, documented the emergency housing situation, and identified which information should go to the detective rather than into a family court filing.
She also asked about Lily’s routines and encouraged me to keep as many of them consistent as possible.
I left her office carrying a folder that felt heavier than the stack of papers inside it.