Sam
Three weeks after the first date with Knox, I'm sitting in the shop office updating the support group spreadsheet when my phone buzzes.
It's a text from a number I don't recognize.
Hi. My name is Sophie. I got your number from Maya. She said you run a group for girls like us. Can I come?
I stare at the message for a moment, then type back.
Yes. Absolutely. We meet Thursdays at 6 PM at the shop. The address is below. I'm really glad you reached out.
Her response comes almost immediately.
Thank you.
I add her name to the spreadsheet—twenty-three girls now. Twenty-three girls who've found the courage to show up and sit in a
circle and say the things they've been carrying alone.
The number still stuns me sometimes.
When I started this, I thought maybe five or six girls would co
