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“I was so angry,” she said, the words spilling out before she could stop them. “At him. At my mother for lying. I thought if I controlled everything, I’d never feel that lost again. But I was just… alone.”

“I prefer ‘facilitator,’” Ophelia replied. ophelia kaan oopsfamily

And somewhere, she imagined Elias Kaan was watching, that mischievous grin on his face, whispering, “Oops. You’re welcome.” “I was so angry,” she said, the words

“I propose we sell everything and split the proceeds equally,” Priya said. I thought if I controlled everything, I’d never

Ophelia’s phone buzzed. A text from Gerald: “Poetry reading tonight. You’re on snacks.”

Ophelia learned that Mateo had been a foster child, bouncing between homes, and that this was the first time he’d ever met a biological relative. She learned that Priya’s strict demeanor hid a grief she’d never processed—her adoptive parents had died within months of each other. She learned that Gerald, the gruff sea captain, had secretly written poetry for decades, and that Clover’s foster mother was terminally ill, and that the little girl had come hoping to find a permanent family.

“Well, facilitator, how do you plan to make this work? Half of them think this is a joke. The other half are already fighting over who gets the silverware.”