“I was misinformed.”

There is a difference between those two things, and it is the whole difference in the world.

A powerless woman has run out of moves.

A misinformed one is only missing a single piece — the truth — and the moment she has it, she becomes the most dangerous person in the room, because she has spent years being underestimated by the very people she is now in a position to hold accountable.

For six years I had been told I was the broken thing, the problem, the failure.

It turned out I was a forensic accountant they had handed, in writing, every crime they’d ever committed against me.