I didn’t reply right away. I simply turned the phone face down on the table and picked up my glass of wine.

I had spent decades paying for a seat at a table where I wasn’t respected. Now, I was sitting at my own table, in my own life, and the view was absolutely breathtaking.

I wasn’t a bank anymore, and I wasn’t an obligation. I was just Sylvia, and for the first time, that was more than enough.

THE END.