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I sold the estate.

Not out of hatred. By liberation.

Mrs. Higgins was rehoused with dignity, as grandmother had wanted.

I took a small apartment. A lease in my name. A cheap glass of wine.

The taste of freedom.

I am sometimes asked if I regret it.

Not.

I did not destroy their kingdom out of revenge.

I let it collapse because it was built on my back.

If you have ever been the invisible person, the one who stands tall in the shadows, remember this:

Your silence is not a weakness.

This is an observation.

And when you’re treated like a tool, remember: the tool always breaks eventually.

With evidence.

With witnesses.

And with a smile that says:

« You really don’t know, do you? »