I went to the council meeting because the library director had asked me to present the waterfront photographs.
I wanted to stay home. I wanted to disappear. But I had spent months arranging the display, and it belonged to the town, not to me.
The meeting room was full. I stood beside the photos with my hands clasped behind my back. Every few minutes, I looked at the door.
Sam came in with his father. He didn't look at me.
Graham arrived alone and took a seat at the front. He set his folder on his lap. When he looked my way, I gave a small nod. He returned it, then turned toward the council table.
I had brought a written statement. Evelyn had helped me read it, but I had written every sentence myself. I knew what it said. I planned to explain why I had chosen the photographs and what t
