Hazel's POV
"You want to hold the foundation gala anyway, knowing a man like Gerald Chambers might use it against us?" Marisol's wheelchair rolled to a stop in front of me, disbelief written across her face.
"I want to hold it because of that," I said, standing in the center of the half decorated theater, string lights hanging overhead like the beginning of something too beautiful to cancel. "If we cancel now, we hand him exactly what he wants. Fear. Silence. A story that only he gets to tell."
Marisol studied me for a long moment, then smiled the way she always did before agreeing to something reckless. "Then we make sure our version of the story is loud enough to drown him out completely."
The foundation gala had been eight months in the making, a night meant to celebrate disabled ar
