The school auditorium smelled faintly of fresh paint and polished wood.
Rows of parents filled the folding chairs arranged before the small stage. Quiet conversations blended with the rustling of programs while teachers moved through the aisles making last-minute adjustments.
Damian stood near the back entrance for several seconds before stepping inside.
No one paid much attention to him.
Most of the parents were focused on their children preparing backstage for the school’s midterm presentation. Laughter echoed faintly from behind the curtain.
He chose a seat in the last row.
Far enough away to remain unnoticed.
The program sheet rested loosely in his hands, though he barely looked at it.
Silas’s name appeared halfway down the list.
Silas Vance Academic Recognition Presentation
