Chapter 4

I looked out at the crowd.

Two hundred pairs of eyes stared back at me.

Some faces showed confusion, others were stunned, and whispers were already spreading through the room.

Jonathan stood up.

His face shifted.

But he was quick on his feet.

He covered the mic with his hand.

He lowered his voice.

"Elsie, what are you doing?" Jonathan asked.

I met his gaze.

"I'm telling a story," I replied.

"You..." Jonathan said.

He faced the audience, putting on a strained smile.

He took the mic from me.

Jonathan said, "Sorry, everyone. My wife's a little nervous today, and…