44FeliciaLance’s body sags between four Secret Service agents, his face a bloody pulp. But when he looks up at me, I see that he is smiling. He breathes shallowly and his clothes are covered in blood, but the smile outshines all of that. The entire room is turned toward him, all of them no doubt expecting him to be the culprit. But I know Lance. He’s a professional. If he was the one who fired off the shot, Dad would be dead. No, somebody else must’ve fired it. And even if, by some twist of fate, he had missed, he wouldn’t run down here and cause this scene. He’d run before anybody knew what happened.
I look into his face and feel warmth bloom across my chest.
Then Dad touches my arm. “Felicia,” he says, voice sharp. “Do you know this man?”
“He just charged in here,” one of the Secret S
