“Sophia,” Louis began, his voice unsteady. “We—we heard about everything you’ve done.”

Sophia met his gaze, her expression calm. “I’m not here for apologies or explanations,” she replied softly. “I’m here to show you that despite everything, I’ve made a life for myself—a good life.”

Isabella stepped forward, tears in her eyes. “We… we’re proud of you, Sophia. We were wrong, and we see that now.”