Marlow is three months old now. Owen is still on the board, but the seat is just a seat. It doesn't require anything of us except the work. Miriam comes by once a month and holds the baby with careful hands. She and I will never be friends. But we've reached something that works, which is: she stopped treating me as a condition of Owen's standing, and I stopped treating her as an adversary. It isn't love. It's a treaty.
Grant is still Grant. He voted against the amendment, and he still sits on the trust committee. He's never asked to hold Marlow. When he's in the same room, I watch him the way I used to watch the clause: as a thing that could act on us without our consent. But the amendment means he can't anymore, not the way he did. He can make trouble. He can't make the rules.
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