automatically.
“Governor.”
His smile widened.
“It’s good to finally meet you in person.”
The confusion in the room became almost visible.
People were whispering now.
My father stepped forward.
“Governor Hayes, I’m afraid there must be some mistake.”
The governor turned.
“No mistake at all.”
Dad forced a laugh.
“Then perhaps you could explain how you know my granddaughter.”
The governor looked at Emma.
Then back at the crowd.
Then at me.
“I’d be happy to.”
His expression softened.
“Three years ago, my wife was diagnosed with a rare autoimmune
