She pulled out her phone. "I've already drafted the statement. Professional, emotional, just enough vulnerability. We'll post it to all your platforms simultaneously. Medical documents attached as verification. You'll also record a video, tired but dignified, explaining the truth, asking for privacy."
"When?"
"Now.... Before the narrative solidifies." Her mother pulled a ring light and a small camera from her bag; of course, she'd come prepared. "The longer we wait, the harder it becomes to change minds. Strike while they're hungry for new information."
Yueling nodded, feeling something like confidence returning. Not the naive confidence of before, but something harder, more cynical.
The confidence of someone who'd learned that truth didn't matter as much as the story you told.
And they were about to tell a very convincing story.
