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The project continued, reshaped by transparency instead of ego, and when my son was born weeks later, healthy and loud and stubborn, I held him knowing that he would grow up watching integrity matter more than convenience.
Sometimes, when I pass the arts center now, I remember that hallway, that open door, and the moment everything changed, not because of betrayal, but because someone finally had the courage to stand where the light could reach them.
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