The foundation president looked ready to faint.
My attorney emerged from the crowd.
Right on schedule.
He handed copies to foundation officials.
Hospital executives.
Board members.
The reporters nearly trampled each other.
Ethan looked stunned.
Not guilty.
Stunned.
Like a man discovering gravity exists.
“Madison—”
“No.”
I faced the audience.
“Over the last eighteen months, funds connected to medical partnerships were diverted through entities associated with Ms. Bennett’s company.”
Sophia staggered backward.
