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“If someone says they need access to your money to love you properly, they are not loving you. They are locating the door.”
Women listened.
Some cried.
Some took notes like their lives depended on it.
Sometimes, Sophia brought Lily along. Lily sat in the corner coloring, Bella beside her, while her mother explained bank fraud, boundaries, and emergency plans with the calm voice of a woman who had learned the hard way.
One afternoon, a young mother asked, “What made you finally stop letting them take things?”
Sophia looked at Lily.
The child was drawing a house with a purple door.
“A doll,” Sophia said.
The women looked confused.
Sophia smiled softly.
“They took a doll from my daughter’s hands. I realized if I let them call that small, they would take everything bigger next.”