In the cocoon of the private jet, the world felt different—more open, full of possibilities. The leather seat was soft beneath me as I settled in, and a steward offered me a glass of champagne. I accepted with a smile, raising it in a silent toast to new beginnings.
As the engines roared to life and the jet began its taxi, I glanced out the window. My father and Laya were still visible in the distance, their figures small and insignificant against the vastness of the runway.
For the first time, I felt completely at peace with who I was and the choices I had made. The plane lifted off, carrying me away from a lifetime of judgment and into a future that was entirely my own.
