you.”
Emma squeezed my hand.
She looked up at him with the fearless curiosity only children possess.
“You know me?”
The governor laughed softly.
“Not yet.”
Then he stood and looked at me.
His smile widened.
“Claire.”
I blinked.
“You know my name?”
Several people gasped.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one surprised.
My father stepped forward.
“Governor Hayes, I’m Richard Bennett.”
The governor shook his hand politely.
“Of course. Happy birthday.”
Then his attention returned to me.
Which somehow made the room even quieter.
My mother looked as if
