Tuesday came.
He walked into the room.
And I felt the shift, that drop, the hush that moved through two hundred people without a word being said. I had been waiting for it, sitting in the front row with my notebook open and my pen in my hand. And when it came, I felt it move through me the way it always did…more than it always did.
He set his briefcase down. Rolled his cuffs. And then looked up.
His gaze moved across the hall, and when it reached the front row it found me and stopped. We stayed there for a brief moment. One that was entirely ours…before he looked away and began.
I looked down at my notebook.
I began writing notes.
Then somewhere, I’d stopped.
I wasn't aware of it happening exactly. He was talking, building something, and I was watching him. The warmth that had been
