I looked directly at him.
“I retained one several days ago.”
Nobody spoke.
“That’s the anniversary surprise.”
I glanced around the beautifully set table.
“This dinner is just the wrapping.”
Then I raised my glass.
“So here’s my real toast.”
My voice was steady.
“To the truth.”
Elon stared at me.
“To the woman I used to be—the woman who made herself smaller and quieter to keep a marriage that was slowly erasing her.”
I paused.
“She’s gone.”
My sister’s eyes filled with tears.
“And to Sophie.”
I looked toward my daughter.
“She is going to grow up watching her mother live as a whole person. She will see a woman who speaks when something is wrong. A woman who has boundaries. A woman who doesn’t disappear just to keep someone else comfortable.”
Then I looked back at Elon.
