"Yes, sir." The man returned to the control room and said to the speaker on stage, "Mr. Speaker, that's all for today. We'll hold a revote tomorrow."
When the speaker announced to the national audience that there would be a revote, Ashley Bowen's tightly clenched fists finally relaxed.
The final result hadn't been decided, but at least it was a tie. There was still hope for tomorrow.
"Were you nervous back there?" Back in the car, Yuri Sinclair gripped Ashley's hand tightly. Feeling her cold, sweaty palm, he frowned. He went to get a handkerchief but remembered he'd already given it to her when he wiped her tears.
"Aaron, hand me a tissue."
"Yes, sir. Here you go." Aaron quickly handed the tissues to Yuri. Yuri took two, gently opened Ashley's hand, and began carefully wiping it dry.
Ashley tried to pull her hand back, but he held it fast.
"Don't move," Yuri said sharply, and Ashley froze.
