While I awaited the outcome, I received a call from an unexpected ally—Sierra’s father. He was a man of considerable influence, and though we had never been particularly close, he expressed an apology for his daughter’s behavior.

“I never raised her to behave like this,” he confessed, a tinge of regret in his voice. “If there’s anything I can do to help, just say the word.”

His offer was sincere, and while I appreciated it, I declined. This was my battle, and I intended to see it through on my terms.