Rhys
The silence that followed my words was the craziest thing that had happened in that room. I could feel the heat radiating off the stage lights, and I could feel Kayden's hand trembling beneath mine. He had just laid his entire soul bare, and I could see the vulture-like reporters in the front row already planning what to post online.
I leaned into my microphone when none of them asked any questions. The tone I used was a steady one my grandfather had taught me to use when the Calders were drawing a line in the sand.
At least, there was something from him that had proven to be useful.
