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We gathered in a small conference room with carefully selected allies—Ms. Rivera from science who had been quietly supporting Diego; Principal Rodriguez, whose discomfort with Townsend's involvement in disciplinary matters suggested potential alliance; and the school's guidance counselor, Ms. Wilson, who had been advocating for proper accommodations for Diego's learning differences.

“Thank you all for coming,” I began, distributing folders I'd prepared overnight before Leo's unexpected text. “I've asked you here because I'm concerned about a pattern I'm seeing regarding James Townsend's unusual interest in custody arrangements for certain families in our district.”

Rodriguez frowned. “What kind of pattern?”

“Specifically, non-traditional family structures being targeted for accelerated reviews when the biological parents express interest in reunification, regardless of the circumstances that led to the original custody arrangements.” I laid out documents showing the unusual timing of Leo's custody review, Miguel's sudden reappearance with legal-sounding but ultimately unenforceable documents, and Townsend's presence at disciplinary meetings outside his normal jurisdiction.

“This isn't just about the Reyes family,” I continued, careful to frame this as systemic concern rather than personal interest. “According to district records, this pattern has emerged in at least three other cases in the past year—all families where guardianship is held by someone other than biological parents, all experiencing sudden interest from previously uninvolved relatives, all facing accelerated reviews without the usual documentation justifying such acceleration.”

Ms. Wilson nodded slowly. “I've noticed increased pressure regarding these families. Unusually detailed inquiries about home conditions, requests for academic and behavioral documentation beyond standard reporting requirements.”

“The question,” I said, “is what we can do within our professional boundaries to ensure fair treatment for these families while maintaining appropriate separation between school assessment and custody matters that should properly remain in legal channels.”

For the next hour, we developed a coordinated response strategy—documenting procedural irregularities in review accelerations, identifying policies potentially violated by Townsend's targeted approach, establishing clear boundaries between educational assessment and custody considerations.

As the meeting concluded, with concrete action items assigned to each participant, Marcus pulled me aside in the hallway.

“You're fully invested now, aren't you?” he asked quietly.

The question caught me off guard with its directness. “What do you mean?”

“Come on, Ethan. This isn't just professional concern or abstract principle. You're all in on Leo and his family. I've known you too long not to recognize when you're fighting for something personal.”

I considered denying it, maintaining the fiction of professional distance, but exhaustion and the lingering vulnerability of last night's conversation stripped away my usual caution.

“Yeah,” I admitted, the acknowledgment both terrifying and liberating. “I guess I am.”

“Just be careful,” he advised, his expression concerned rather than judgmental. “Their situation is complicated. Professional advocacy is one thing. Emotional investment is another.”

“I know.” I ran a hand through my hair, suddenly aware I hadn't showered or changed clothes. I probably smelled like a combination of night air, pancakes, and questionable life choices. “But I think it might be too late for careful.”

Marcus studied me for a long moment. “You never really got over him, did you? Even after all these years.”

The question struck deeper than he could know, piercing through careful compartmentalization to the truth I'd barely acknowledged to myself.

“I don't think it's about getting over him,” I said finally. “I think it's about recognizing that some connections don't break just because circumstances force them apart.”

He nodded slowly. “Well, for what it's worth, I think you're good for them. All of them. Just make sure you're taking care of yourself too.”

As he walked away, I stood alone in the empty hallway, processing the evolution of emotions I'd been carefully managing since my return to Riverton. What had begun as curiosity about unresolved questions had developed into genuine concern for Leo's welfare, then protective instinct toward his family, and now something I wasn't quite ready to name but that felt both terrifying and inevitable.

I was fully invested now, as Marcus had observed. The question remaining was whether Leo could ever allow himself the vulnerability that genuine partnership would require, or whether the walls constructed through years of self-reliant survival had become too integral to his identity to ever truly come down.

The memory of his head against my shoulder, trust demonstrated through momentary surrender to exhaustion, suggested possibility beyond careful distance. But a single night of vulnerability didn't erase a decade of independence or resolve the practical challenges still facing his family.

All I knew for certain was that whatever happened next, I would be there.

17

BREAKING POINT

LEO

Istared at the inspection results letter in my bedroom, early morning light casting harsh shadows across official letterhead. The words blurred slightly as I read them for the fourth time, looking for hidden traps between the lines of cautiously positive bureaucratic language.

While the residence meets minimum adequacy standards, concerns remain regarding limited space for four individuals...

Additional documentation requested regarding supervision arrangements during guardian's multiple employment commitments...

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