In the dim light of a lavish Hollywood party

That night did not dismantle an industry, nor did it topple reputations overnight. But it altered something quieter and more durable: the story she told herself about what she owed—and what she did not.

Hollywood runs on illusion, but it also runs on silence. When someone chooses to break only their own, without spectacle or revenge, the shift is subtle but lasting. The cameras may not have turned immediately. The script may not have changed all at once.

But from that point forward, Sally Struthers was no longer playing along.
She was standing in her own name.