He opened the box.
The room leaned forward.
Then a voice interrupted.
“Before Dr. Carter continues, I have something important to share.”
My voice.
The room froze.
Five hundred people turned.
I stood near the side stage holding a wireless microphone.
Ethan’s smile vanished.
“Madison?”
I climbed the steps.
Slowly.
Calmly.
Deliberately.
The foundation president looked confused.
The donors looked fascinated.
