Part 18: The Shift in Purpose
Part 18: The Shift in Purpose
I looked at Clara.
I looked at the little boy holding her hand.
Three years ago, I would have told her to call a lawyer and turned away.
I would have protected my own peace at all costs.
But peace that ignores the suffering of others isn’t peace. It’s just isolation.
I didn’t offer her empty sympathy.
I didn’t tell her it was going to be okay.
I walked over to the front door, flipped the sign to Closed, and locked the deadbolt.
Then I pulled down the heavy security shades.
“Come to the back,” I said.
I poured her a cup of hot tea in the breakroom.
I didn't ask her for details of the abuse. I didn't need to hear the specifics of how a billionaire dismantles a woman’s self-worth. I already knew the blueprint.
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“Does he know you are here?” I asked.
“He thinks I am at a private yoga session across the street. I have exactly twelve minutes before his driver comes to pick me up.”
