His son lost his position.
His daughter lost her control.
The truth left no room for lies.
Violet returned, changed.
“I was wrong about you,” she said.
“Yes,” I answered.
A month later, I walked into the foundation office.
No one questioned me.
No one looked down on me.
They stood when I entered.
And for the first time in my life—
I wasn’t someone’s burden.
I was someone they trusted.
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