room went still.
He stepped down from the podium. He didn’t look at my father. Didn’t look at the senator’s son. He walked straight across that silent ballroom, knelt in front of my little girl, and said, “There you are, sweetheart. I’ve been waiting to meet you.”
My father’s face went white.
Vanessa grabbed Grant’s arm.
My mother covered her mouth.
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