I raised a hand.
“Let me finish.”
Tears streamed down her face.
I continued.
“When everyone else laughed at me, you gave me one evening where I felt like I mattered.”
The room became quiet.
“That single night helped me survive one of the darkest periods of my life.”
Charlotte cried harder.
“Years later, when I finally found success, I promised myself something.”
“What?”
“If I ever got the chance to thank you properly, I would.”
She lowered her head.
Sobbing.
Not because of the money.
Not because of the job.
Because for the first time in years, someone was helping her carry the weight she’d been carrying alone.
