Daniel stopped walking.
The line of graduates behind him nearly collided with his back.
A teacher whispered something.
Daniel didn’t move.
His eyes remained fixed on me.
Standing alone in the back.
Holding flowers.
Trying not to cry.
The principal continued speaking into the microphone, unaware that something had changed.
Then Daniel stepped out of line.
The auditorium grew quiet.
Confused whispers spread through the crowd.
“What’s he doing?”
“Is something wrong?”
Richard frowned.
Vanessa’s smile began to fade.
