she might faint.
I swallowed.
“I’m sorry, Governor, but I think there’s been some mistake.”
“No mistake.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and removed a folded piece of paper.
A drawing.
A very familiar drawing.
A purple dog with wings.
My eyes widened.
Emma’s drawing.
The governor smiled.
“This belongs to a very talented artist.”
Emma gasped.
“That’s mine!”
“It is.”
Now everyone was staring.
The governor turned to the crowd.
“I met Claire three months ago.”
My father looked completely lost.
I felt just as confused.
Then suddenly
