Just steadily.
“Yes,” she said quietly. “I do.”
Dalton’s jaw tightened slightly.
Graham smiled politely.
“Then perhaps Ms. Whitman can explain how she intends to support these children independently.”
The room waited.
Nora glanced down at the twins.
The quieter boy—Eli—looked up at her calmly.
The other—Noah—held onto her sleeve.
Then Nora reached into the leather bag resting beside her chair.