THE PROGRESSION
The foundation took off faster than I expected. Within a month, we had a board. Within two, we had donors. Within three, we had our first client—a woman named Sarah who had been trapped in a contract marriage for seven years. She sat in my new studio, her hands shaking, her eyes red. "I didn't know where else to go," she said. "You're here now," I said. "That's what matters." I helped her find a lawyer. A therapist. An apartment. Things I had needed five years ago and hadn't known how to ask for. "Thank you," she said, when it was over. "Don't thank me." I squeezed her hand. "Go live your life." --- Vanessa came to the studio that afternoon. "You're crying," she said. "I'm not crying." "You're crying." I wiped my eyes. "Sarah reminded me of myself." "That's the point, isn't i
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