“It’s a lie!” I shouted loud enough to be heard above everyone. The entire room turned to me like zombies who saw dinner.
My face was blister red and my pits were soaked through with nervous sweat I smelled like a stale washcloth. But still, I pushed my way toward the front. The crowd turned and followed my journey like sunflowers. I raised my voice, committed. “That recording is a lie.”
“Shane, you are not speaking at this meeting.” Mrs. Blakely sounded like some kind of benevolent judge.
“Why not? This whole meeting is about me.”
“Well, just because you’ve chosen to publicly break your anonymity doesn’t change the fact that it’s my job to defend you. That’s my official role, but I can’t do it with this kind of disruptive behavior.”
I was torn. Half of me wanted to find out the rest
