The usher looked barely out of high school. His name tag read Brandon, and he could not quite meet my eyes.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but those seats in the front are no longer available. You’ll have to stand back here.”
I tightened my grip on the graduation program. From the back of the auditorium, I could clearly see Row B. …
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