Chapter 87

• Another ripple of murmurs swept through the room. Somewhere in the crowd, someone muttered under their breath a low grumble of discontent. Fantastic. I had barely introduced myself, and already, they were losing patience.
• Way to go, Ami.
• I clenched my fists and shut my eyes, trying to summon the first lines of my speech from the chaotic fog inside my mind. They were there faint but present. I could still remember the words I had prepared. But as I opened my eyes and faced the crowd again, a sharp certainty struck me: I didn’t want to talk about college or that windowless basement I used to work in. Theron had told me to give them a piece of my soul. So that’s exactly what I was going to do.