The room exploded.
Some people shouted.
Others rushed toward exits.
Phones appeared everywhere.
Someone began livestreaming.
And through it all Ethan simply stared at me.
Because he finally understood.
I wasn’t exposing an affair.
I was exposing a collapse.
The foundation president grabbed the microphone.
“Security.”
His voice trembled.
“Please remain calm.”
Nobody remained calm.
Hospital board members were already arguing.
Donors demanded explanations.
