I was suspicious.
But I agreed.
Her agency had created a consent checklist for campaigns involving
identifiable people.
Clear intended use.
Platforms.
Duration.
Editing expectations.
Compensation where applicable.
Parental or guardian authorization for minors when required.
Direct assent conversations with young participants.
No surprise commercial repurposing of personal images.
At the bottom was a line:
Consent to be photographed is not automatically consent to every use of
the photograph.
I read it twice.
“You wrote this?”
“With a lawyer.”
She said.
“Good.”
“I learned the expensive way.”
I looked at her.
“Maya learned the painful way.”
Gwen nodded.
“You’re right.”
That correction mattered.
She had stopped making herself the center of the consequence.
Years later, when Maya came home from college with a friend named Priya,
Gwen happened to be visiting.
Priya saw the framed Florida picture in the hallway.
“That’s gorgeous.”
She said.
Maya smiled.
“My brother took it
