Chapter 22 High Stakes

• I cleared my throat, stepping up to the small podium near the center of the room. The soft chatter dimmed as all eyes turned toward me. My hands shook slightly, but I straightened my shoulders and took a deep breath.
• “Good evening, everyone,” I began, my voice steadying as I spoke. “Thank you all for coming tonight. Your support means more than I can put into words.”
• I paused, glancing at the paintings around the room, then down at Martha, standing quietly beside me. My chest tightened with memories I hadn’t thought I’d relive tonight.