My Father Knew Him the Second He Stepped Into Frame

across the front rows.

Each honor graduate had four seats.

Mine remained completely empty.

I kept glancing toward the parking lot anyway.

Old habits survive longer than hope.

When Principal Harris called my name, the applause echoed across the field.

“Emma Whitaker… Valedictorian.”

I walked onto the stage holding two different speeches.

The official one.

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