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By the time we left, the sun had shifted. Leana hugged me—really hugged me—and whispered, “Don’t tell Dad about the check.”

She nodded slowly, then reached into her purse and slid a folded check across the table. “Consider it an early birthday present. Don’t make it weird.” lunch with the steps leana lovings

For a moment, no one spoke. Then Mia snorted, and I laughed, and Leana smiled—genuine, not curated. We weren’t a real family, not in the blood sense. But sitting there, watching her wave off the waiter’s dessert menu (“we’ll share the chocolate thing, obviously”), I realized: steps don’t have to fit perfectly. They just have to hold. By the time we left, the sun had shifted