The classroom of Senior Class One had turned into a courtroom, and the air was thick with the scent of stagnant dust and the predatory excitement of the crowd.
Selene Moore felt a cold sweat prickling her hairline. As a teacher, she knew that if Derek Faulkner truly was an impostor, the consequences would be catastrophic. Impersonating an empire hero was a crime that bypassed the local police and went straight to a military tribunal.
She looked at the man who stood so calmly amidst the storm, and despite the logic screaming in her head that no one man could possess that much glory, she wanted him to be real. For Lemon's sake, she wanted him to be the hero the girl deserved.
"Mr. Faulkner... please," Selene whispered, her voice trembling. "Put the medals away. Quickly. Let’s just finish
