When Marcus took the microphone, the room went quiet—so quiet you could hear the hum of the air conditioner and your own heartbeat.
My palms were sweaty; my legs jittered under the table. I was terrified of what he might reveal, terrified I’d break down in front of everyone, terrified the laughter from earlier would come back tenfold.
He stood …
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