If you’d told me months ago that I’d be graduating, I would’ve laughed in your face nor because I didn’t want it but because I never thought I’d survive long enough to deserve it and yet here I was in heels I could barely walk in, with a baby waiting in the arms of the only man I’d ever trusted.
The university had tried to push me off the program list after the scandal but the internet had other plans. After my interview, the hearing, and the public fallout of Catherine’s lies, the board quietly restored my records. No apology, just access.
They wanted to pretend it had all blown over but I knew better. Wounds like mine don’t just disappear, they scar.
Still… tonight was beautiful.
The ballroom was lined with golden lights, soft jazz from a live quartet. Laughter floated through champa
