“I spent three weeks writing it,” she continued. “It was about perseverance, excellence, compassion, and the long road from student to physician. All appropriate themes for a day like this.”
She rested one hand on the closed folder in front of her.
“But I’m not going to give that speech.”
The stadium quieted.
Not abruptly. Not all at once. But in a strange, rolling hush that started near the faculty seats and spread outward until even the families in the upper tiers stopped rustling programs and whispering over cameras.
I stopped breathing.
Dr. Pierce’s gaze found me again. Not for long. Just long enough to make my stomach twist.
