Then I did something unexpected—I replied to an old email from her ex-husband. He had once asked if I was helping Zahra financially, since she was demanding more child support while flaunting new vacations and a lake house.

I told him the truth. Weeks later, he reopened the child support case. Zahra exploded—calling me a traitor. But then my mom found the list I’d left in the guesthouse. “Is it true?” she asked. I said yes. She quietly said, “She’s hurting. But that doesn’t give her the right to hurt you.” The lake house sale unraveled. Her ex was still on the deed, and the court froze the sale. Eventually, Zahra had to split the proceeds—and got far less than she expected. She sent me one text: “I shouldn’t have said what I said.” We’re not close anymore. But I’ve learned something: boundaries are love too. You can care without sacrificing your peace. And sometimes, the most powerful thing you can do—is walk away.