Created by Rachel Maria Kisellus

I didn’t send a warning.

I sent compassion.

My message was simple:

I’ve moved on. With compassion. I hope you have too.

That’s all.

No blame. No demands.

Just a closing of the circle ~ one soft, steady line.

And then, she blocked me.

Immediately. No response. No room for grace.

That’s when I knew something was off.

The way she reacted didn’t match the message I sent. It didn’t match the woman I thought I knew.

So I followed the pull ~ one quiet click to her website.

And there it was.

My child’s face.

Still present. Still public. Still in her materials.

Photos I had forgotten.

Moments I had trusted.

Used now without my consent.