Chapter 17 - A Different Kind of PowerThat evening, Maya stood alone near the ocean.
The sunset painted the water gold.
Thomas, the foundation's lead coordinator, approached quietly.
“You did it.”
Maya smiled.
“We did it.”
Thomas shook his head.
“You started it.”
She looked toward the horizon.
“I just remembered what it felt like to be powerless.”
Thomas smiled.
“And decided nobody else should feel that way.”
Maya laughed softly.
For the first time, she understood that power did not have to mean control.
It could mean protection.
It could mean opening doors.
It could mean giving someone a second chance.
Behind them, Arthur watched from the porch.
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He had once thought he was saving Maya.
Now he realized she was saving people too.
