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My hands tremble with gratitude as I rise from the table, thanking the board members again, shaking their hands, leaving the meeting on unsteady legs. I want to find Eleanor and tell her, to pull her close and kiss her and start planning for our future together.

But as I glance at the time on my watch, a soft curse slips out.

The assembly.

It was scheduled for today, to be a celebration of the fundraiser, an introduction to the Safe Harbor program. I’d planned to turn it into my farewell.

And now…

I slow my steps as it occurs to me I’m not farewelling the school. This isn’t a goodbye.

It’s a fresh start.

Lifting my chin, I head for the stairs with renewed purpose. The relief from the board meeting is overwhelming, but as I stride to the auditorium, thinking about what I’ll say, there’s something else underneath it. The growing sense that now, this place might finally be mine. Not as my father’s legacy. Not as an obligation. But something I’ve earned.

CHAPTER 41

Eleanor

Nerves flutter in my belly as I lead my class into the auditorium shortly before lunch. This morning has been a rollercoaster. From the shock of learning Theo resigned to the unexpected backing for Safe Harbor, I’ve barely been able to focus on class.

I was hoping to find Theo at recess, but then Jessica and Amy had a huge falling out over a boy, and I was forced to spend my break mediating for them. Something I’d normally be happy to do, but not when it feels like everything that matters to me hangs in the balance.

My eyes search for Theo as we file into the auditorium. He resigned. That much I know. What I don’t know is whether he’s changed his mind, or if it’s already too late, and as I settle my class into their seats, an uneasy feeling claws at me. Why do I get the sense this assembly is to announce Headmaster Wright’s departure?

He strides on stage, and the lurch in my stomach makes me feel ill. I know he loves me, but what if he’s making a big mistake, throwing this all away?

Adrenaline surges through me, urging me to rush across the hall and get his attention, to somehow tell him not to go through with it. But he’s already at the microphone, commanding the room with his usual quiet authority, and I can only sit, helpless and lashed with guilt, as he speaks.

“Good morning, Wetherly.” Headmaster Wright gazes over the audience, looking almost wistful. As if he’s contemplating all the things he’s going to miss.

All the things he’s giving up for me.

Please, Theo, I pray silently. Please don’t do this. I’m not worth throwing this all away for.

“I want to start by telling you all about the success of last night’s fundraiser,” he begins, sharing the same information Danny shared in the faculty meeting this morning. “This is a turning point for us as a school. Not only financially, but emotionally and culturally.”

I suck in a breath and hold it. Here it comes.

“We’re introducing a new initiative called Safe Harbor, designed to support our students beyond academics.” He pauses, eyes sweeping meaningfully over the audience. “But it’s more than a program. It’s a promise the school is making to every student.”

I falter, wondering where he’s going with this.

“Safe Harbor is about giving students space to pause, reflect, and recover. When you’ve succeeded, yes, but more importantly, when you’ve stumbled.”

His eyes scan the crowd again, almost as if he’s searching for something. It’s not until they land on me and soften that I realize he was searching for me. My chest tightens.

“Adults don’t always get it right either,” Theo says, voice edged with emotion. “Leadership doesn’t mean perfection, it means being willing to grow. It means seeing mistakes as invitations to learn.”

I ball my hands in my lap as his words hit me hard. The way he’s so openly addressing the school, how vulnerable he’s being. No walls, no guardedness, just honesty, even in his farewell speech.

My heart cracks. This school needs this man, needs a leader who can be vulnerable and brave. Who can model everything we want to teach them.

“I’ve spent most of my life here at Wetherly,” he continues, something shifting in his tone. Something that makes me sit up straighter. “I thought I understood what it meant to lead, but this semester has taught me that real leadership isn’t about control. It’s about connection.”

Wait. This doesn’t sound like goodbye. It sounds like… a beginning.

Hope unfurls tentatively inside me as his gaze comes back to mine, soft, warm, hopeful.