Robert found his seat. 4C, the same seat, but everything was different. A text from Marcus appeared. Dad, I reserved the seat next to you, but left it empty with a rose for mom.
Robert closed his eyes. He could feel Margaret beside him. This seat, this moment, this victory. It was for her, for them, for everyone who'd been told they didn't belong.
Robert Hayes never raised his voice, never responded with violence, never abandoned his principles. His weapon was unwavering dignity. They can take your seat, your briefcase, even try your pride. But your dignity, that's yours to keep or give away. I chose to keep mine.