We will not discuss this privately.

Not this time.

You chose private for twelve years.

Tonight, I choose.

And I choose here.” And I watched my father understand that the venue itself was part of my revenge, that I had waited for a public room full of witnesses precisely because a public room was the one place his power to manage the story could not follow him, and that I had not been dragged into this confrontation at all.

I had been waiting for it.