“Say yes before I lose my nerve about asking.”
Rosalind’s voice carried genuine urgency through the phone, something Bianca had rarely heard from her in all the months since the custody hearing where she’d first testified. “I know it’s a strange request. Client and friend, all tangled together. But I trust you to tell me honestly if it’s a bad idea.”
“It’s not a bad idea,” Bianca said, already feeling something clarify in her chest, the specific decisiveness she’d learned to trust this past year. “It’s actually perfect. Who better to help build transparency structures than someone who already knows exactly what this family survived?”
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” Relief flooded audibly through Rosalind’s voice. “I don’t want this to feel like charity, either direction. I want to
