“Good.”
“I want it out there,” I continued. “All of it. The truth. The video. What they did.”
He studied me for a long moment.
Not questioning.
Not doubting.
Just making sure.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
That question mattered.
Because once this started—
There was no going back.
I thought about the courtroom.
The silence.
The six years that followed.
The way everyone decided who I was without ever asking me.
And then I thought about yesterday.
About the truth.
About finally knowing I wasn’t crazy.
“I’m sure,” I said.
Something shifted in his expression.
Not surprise.
Approval.
Respect.
“Alright,” he said. “Then we do it right.”
My pulse kicked a little faster.
“How?”
He set his coffee down.
Business now.
Focused.
“We don’t just dump it online and hope for the best,” he said. “We control the release.”
I frowned slightly. “Control it how?”
