And I kept copies.
One envelope.
Sealed.
Waiting.
By graduation day, I had already made a decision.
If he ever does anything to destroy me publicly…
I would stop protecting him privately.
The ceremony moved forward.
Speeches.
Applause.
Celebration.
Then the dean made an announcement.
“If any family members would like to say a few words…”
My father stood.
And for a single, dangerous second—
I let myself hope.
Maybe, just once…
He would choose something different.
He stepped up to the podium.
Adjusted the microphone.
Cleared his throat.
“I won’t be supporting her anymore.”
A ripple passed through the crowd.
A few people laughed softly, thinking it was some kind of awkward joke.
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