Patricia, standing behind Mariana now, said, “Move.”
The word was simple.
Beatrice looked toward Damian, expecting support.
Damian stared at the floor.
For the second time that morning, he failed to defend anyone.
But this time, it cost him.
Dr. Wallace stepped down from the stage herself. Her expression was controlled, but her voice was cold.
“Mrs. Rivas,” she said to Beatrice, “that seat was reserved by the graduate for his mother. Please move.”
Beatrice’s face flushed. “There must have been a misunderstanding.”
Miguel spoke from the stage.
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