Outside, reporters waited on the courthouse steps, but Grant guided me through them without speaking for me.
Kyle called my name.
“Thank you for telling the truth.”
“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for Jessica and anyone else they might target.”
“I know.”
He glanced at Grant.
“He seems good for you.”
“He doesn’t try to rescue me. He stands beside me while I rescue myself.”
Kyle wiped his eyes.
“Do you hate me?”
Five years earlier, I would have answered immediately. But standing there with a life I had built from nothing, hatred felt like another connection I no longer needed.
“No. I don’t hate you. I simply don’t belong to you anymore.”
He nodded painfully.
“I hope you become someone who doesn’t need to hurt others to feel powerful,” I added.
“I’m trying.”
I believed him, but I also understood that his future was no longer my responsibility.
Grant and I walked down the courthouse steps together.
Three days later, Brad and Chase were found guilty. They received probation, fines, and community service. Their platforms and sponsorships disappeared, ending the channel that had rewarded their cruelty.
