One year later, Northstar had recovered the diverted money, restored canceled employee bonuses, and hired a respected physician-executive as CEO.
I remained board chair, working from an office that still held my father’s battered brass compass.
On the anniversary of that airport morning, I flew to Seattle again.
This time, there were no frantic calls.
At the gate, sunlight stretched across the floor as a message from Evelyn appeared on my phone:
***“Clear skies. Company secure.”***
I smiled, switched my phone to airplane mode, and boarded.
Not because I was running from my old life.
Because I had finally taken back the controls.
