The title was absurd. Family Logistics Coordinator. It sounded like someone who scheduled moving vans and ordered office supplies. Yet, the weight of it, the sheer, ludicrous permanence, settled on my shoulders as I left the hospital that evening. I was no longer a temp, a desperate loan recipient, or a sympathetic bystander. I was on the payroll. I was part of the machinery of Luther Vance’s life.Keila noticed the shift first. Children are seismographs for emotional weather.“You’re humming,” she declared two mornings later, as I packed her lunch. I stopped, realizing she was right. The constant, low-grade hum of financial terror that had been my life’s background noise for five years was gone. In its place was a terrifying, unfamiliar quiet. And in that quiet, a tune had slipped out.“It’s a good song,” I deflected, zipping her lunch box.“The quiet man fixed the leaky worry,” she said, with the devastating simplicity that saw through walls. She was coloring again, a new picture. T
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