“I know,” I said.

“That is exactly why I have to say it.”

My family had spent their entire lives hiding behind wealth and public relations.

They thought they could buy my silence to protect their reputation.

They believed the Mitchell name was a shield that could deflect any wrongdoing.

I wanted them to see that the shield was gone.

The stage manager gestured to me.

“Dr. Mitchell, we are ready for you.”

I took a deep breath.

The air backstage smelled of dust, old wood, and stage lights.

I adjusted the lapels of my blazer.

I looked at Priya.

“Wish me luck,” I said.

“You do not need luck,” Priya said, giving me a small, firm nod.

I walked toward the wings of the stage.

The bright lights of the auditorium cut through the darkness.

I could see the rows of graduates in their black gowns and red stoles.

The families filled the tiers of seats behind them, stretching up to the balcony.

Thousands of faces turned toward the stage as the music began.

I saw the empty seats in the VIP section near the front.