had thought power looked like Nathan: loud confidence, expensive rooms, people waiting for approval.
That night taught me something different.
Sometimes power was a folder you finally opened.
Sometimes it was a signature you learned had always been yours.
Sometimes it was saying no while an entire room expected you to stay quiet.
And sometimes it began with the most desperate sentence you had ever spoken to a complete stranger.
“Can you kiss me?”
I had wanted to make my cheating fiancé jealous.
Instead, I accidentally walked straight toward the truth.
