"You were," I told him. "Just sideways. You gave her the space to breathe, but we have to make sure she's breathing in the right direction."
He let out a long breath. "I don't want her thinking I'm just the 'fun' parent. The one who lets her run away when things get hard. That's not the dad I want to be."
"I know," I said. "Just… remember that kids need boundaries and a framework, okay? And no more secret rescues, Mark."
He offered a small, crooked smile. "Team rescues only?"
"You gave her the space to breathe."
I felt a corner of my mouth twitch upward. "Team problem-solving. Let's start there."
Emily turned around, shielding her eyes from the sun. "Are you guys done negotiating my life yet?"
Mark laughed and held up his hands. "For today, kiddo. For today."
She rolled her eyes, but as she climbed into my car to go home and rest before the "fallout" started, I saw a genuine smile touch her face.
"Are you guys done negotiating my life yet?"
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