THE CORNERSTONE
The foundation opened a year after the wedding. We called it The Li Na Chen Foundation for Contract Marriage Survivors. My mother's name. My mother's legacy. Vanessa ran the day-to-day operations. I handled fundraising and awareness. Julian designed the logo—a simple white thread, looping into the shape of a heart. "It's perfect," I said, when he showed me. "It's just a thread." "It's a thread that can't be broken." I kissed him. "Like us." --- Our first client was a woman named Priya. She'd been trapped in a contract marriage for eight years. Two children. No family. No money. No way out. She sat in the foundation office, her hands shaking, her eyes red. "I didn't know where else to go," she said. I knelt in front of her. Took her hands. "You're here now," I said. "That's what
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