PART 25: The Chairs We Choose

Two years after the dinner, I was invited to speak at a small community fundraiser supporting families affected by traumatic injury.

I nearly declined.

I was tired of being introduced as the woman whose husband had ignored her on the floor.

I was also tired of pretending that silence served me.

I agreed on one condition: the organizers would not use Piper’s face, name, or personal story in their promotional material.

My experience was mine to share.