Instead, I did what I’ve done my whole life. I smiled. I swallowed the rage and folded it into a practiced look of mild disappointment, nothing more.“Excuse me,” I murmured. I took Elias’s hand and gently tugged. “We’re going.”
We left while the smell of barbecue clung to us. My father was still talking about the greatness of the Kalen name.
What they didn’t know was that my son had already been given a different microphone.He was valedictorian.
And he had no intention of wasting it.
The Car Ride Home
Elias didn’t speak until we were three blocks away.
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