all.”
Daniel put a hand over his mouth for one second.
Just one.
Mason lowered the microphone.
“I think that’s it.”
It wasn’t.
Daniel crouched so they were eye level.
He didn’t take the mic.
Didn’t make it about himself.
He just said, plain as anything, where everybody could hear, “Mason, I’m very proud of you. And if it’s alright with you, I’d like to spend continue reading …
