The whole hall went dead silent. A hundred thousand was not a trump change.
Scott’s father said it calmly, like he didn’t even feel the weight of the amount.
Every eye in the room turned to him. Even the scouts paused their writing.
Harper whispered, “Oh my goddess.”
I could read her lips from were is at.
Scott’s father didn’t look at anyone.
His eyes glued forward, sharp and calm. His fingers held the bidding card like it was a war blade.
My father shifted beside me, but he didn’t speak. That scared me more. When he was quiet, it meant he was planning something.
The MC almost choked on his words.
“Uh—one hundred thousand going once!”
But nobody was looking at him anymore. All attention was on the three of them.
My father.
Harper’s mother.
Scott’s father.
The room felt li
