“They’re voting to remove me,” she whispered.

“I was CEO because Lena’s capital made me look competent,” she admitted bitterly. “Her team negotiated contracts. Her backing built our reputation.”

Richard stiffened. “Be careful what you say.”

Charlotte turned toward the camera, eyes glistening. “Who am I without them cheering?”

“You get to find out,” I answered.

Diane sobbed. “We raised you.”

“You raised Charlotte,” I said quietly. “You managed me.”

Charlotte finally asked, “What do you want?”

I considered it. What I wanted—a different past—was impossible.

“I want peace,” I said. “And I want my children far from anyone who calls them burdens.”

Miranda arrived, delivering formal notice. “Any further contact will be documented,” she told them.

Charlotte’s shoulders sagged. “I don’t know who I am without their applause,” she said softly.

“Then it’s time you learn,” I replied.

She walked away slowly, the emergency notice trembling in her hand. My father stood frozen, still expecting control. My mother wept.

Inside, Noah tugged my sleeve. “Mom, who was that?”

“People who forgot how to be kind,” I said gently.

For the first time in my life, I didn’t run after anyone.