Grant had no answer. People began stepping away from him, conversations turning into quiet exits. Investors exchanged looks that spoke of damage control. The security staff hesitated, uncertain who they were meant to protect.
Marilyn touched Rachel’s arm gently. “We are done here.”
Rachel adjusted Caleb against her shoulder. As she walked back down the aisle, the crowd parted without resistance. Outside, winter greeted her, cold but manageable, no longer a weapon.
In the car, Marilyn glanced over. “Are you ready for what comes next.”
Rachel looked down at her son, feeling steady in a way she had not felt in months. “I am,” she said quietly. “Because I am not invisible anymore.”
