Please relocate those two immediately, Riiiip!

At Heathrow, sunlight cut through the fog. A Rolls Royce waited for the Chairwoman. For years, I had minimized myself so Mark could feel powerful. I had mistaken love for self-erasure. But as the car pulled away and the Skyward jet gleamed behind me, I understood the truth.

I was no longer a passenger in my own life.

The sky was wide open—and it belonged to me.