Last night, we sat in our apartment (the same cramped space Lauren had mocked), eating takeout and laughing about something silly Clara had said on set.
This was wealth and success. This was everything that mattered.
Lauren had chosen fame and found emptiness. We’d chosen each other and found everything.
Sometimes, the people who abandon you do you a favor. They show you who really matters and what truly has value.
My daughters didn’t need designer gowns or stacks of cash. They needed someone who’d stay when things got hard, who’d teach them to see beauty without eyes, who’d love them for exactly who they were.
And 18 years later, when their mother tried to buy them back, they already knew the difference between a price tag and priceless.
