Empire of Her Own
I replied.
He leaned against the railing.
“You never wrote the memoir people kept asking for.”
“No,” I said.
“Why not?”
“Because the story isn’t mine anymore.”
He smiled softly.
“That’s true.”
Later that day, the Fellowship Council sent a video message.
Not a formal report.
Just faces—dozens of founders speaking about the companies they were building, the communities they were changing, the systems they were rewriting.
One woman said something that stayed with me.
“You showed us that power isn’t about staying where you’re mistreated. It’s about building something better somewhere else.”