Brianna rolled her eyes. “George, please. Don’t turn this into a scene.”
I glanced toward the entrance.
“We’re waiting for the guest of honor.”
Kevin frowned. “What are you talking about?”
Before I could reply, the room burst into applause.
A tall older man in a dark suit entered with cameras trailing him. Senator Charles Whitmore, the evening’s honored guest, walked past the executives, past the donors, past my son’s table of polished smiles…
And came straight toward Ruth.
Part 2
Kevin half-rose, thinking Senator Whitmore was coming to greet him.
But the senator walked right past him.
He stopped in front of my wife.
Ruth looked confused, her hands still resting beneath mine on the table.
The senator smiled kindly and said, “Mrs. Miller?”
Ruth blinked. “Yes?”
He inclined his head slightly. “Ma’am, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for a very long time.”
The entire table froze.
Brianna’s lips parted. Kevin’s expression shifted from confusion to panic, as if he had suddenly realized the ground beneath him wasn’t steady.
Ruth looked at me. “George?”
I squeezed her hand.
Senator Whitmore turned to the room. “Ladies and gentlemen, before we begin tonight’s program, I would like to introduce someone whose name most of you may not know, but whose actions helped shape the scholarship foundation we are here to support.”
A spotlight moved toward our table.
Ruth stiffened.
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