Chapter 13 - Years Later, the Waitress Who Translated the Journal Became the Youngest Historian to Receive the Award My Father Never Lived to SeeAt twenty-one, I stood on a stage in New York.
I had finished university.
Published research.
Created the William Hart Institute for Lost Languages.
Students from around the world came to study.
The ten million dollars had become scholarships.
The archive had become protected.
The knowledge belonged to everyone.
Dominic sat in the front row.
He smiled when my name was called.
I thought about the girl I had been at fourteen.
Black apron.
Serving tray.
Fifteen dollars in a bank account.
Trying not to be noticed.
She wouldn't have recognized this woman.
But I recognized her.
Because without her curiosity, none of this would exist.
After the ceremony, Dominic approached.
"You would have made your father proud."
I smiled.
"He already does."
He laughed.
May you like
"He sounds less terrifying now."
"Don't tell him that."
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