My In-Laws Threw Me Into the Rain

of his headstone.

“I did it,” I whispered.

Then I corrected myself.

“We did.”

A year and a half after the gala, the Grand Regent invited me to speak at a leadership summit.

At first, I almost declined.

That hotel belonged to a memory I did not enjoy revisiting.

But Elaine said, “Sometimes you go back to prove the room doesn’t own you.”

So I went.

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