The auditorium was smaller than most of the Turners had filled over the years, just two hundred seats, soft amber lighting, and a wooden stage framed by hand-painted banners that read:
Young Voices Rising: A Night of Storytelling.
It wasn’t a press event.
It wasn’t global.
But to Grace?
It was everything.
Tonight, she would tell her first story, in front of an audience, a mic, and her entire family.
Cassie sat near the front, holding Damon’s hand, heart pounding as hard as it had the night Hope launched her first Seed Center.
“She’s ready,” Damon whispered, sensing her tension.
Cassie nodded, though her throat was tight.
“I know. It’s just… watching the next flame light up is always emotional.”
Hope sat beside them, camera ready. Ethan and Liana had flown in early just for this
