Five years after the foundation's restructuring, Emma stood in her new studio.
It was larger than the old one. Better light. More space for the ambitious projects she was working on now.
She was forty years old. A mother of three. A published author. An accomplished artist. A foundation director.
But more importantly, she was herself. Fully, unapologetically herself.
The foundation had grown steadily. They now had three locations again. But this time, the operations were transparent. The funding was clean. The work was honest.
Sophia had expanded her nonprofit. She was helping over five hundred people a year search for lost family members. She was creating resources for people trying to reclaim their identities after trauma.
Her work was gaining national recognition.
Damien had step
