A zing of tension rocked around the table, and all smiles disappeared. And even though I knew… I knew it wouldn't be me, nerves bubbled in my stomach too.
How would these women feel who hadn't been given my security by him?
I ached for them. Then Emory caught my eye from across the table and fear crackled through me. Why hadn't I told David to protect her? How had I been so selfish?!
I looked at him instinctively, only barely swallowed back the words to call him aside and plead with him to make sure my friend wasn't thrown away. But I couldn't. I knew I couldn't. And even though David met my eyes and let a hint of that warmth shine through, he was speaking to the whole table and couldn't focus on me. I knew that.
I knew it.
"The thing that I wish to share with you before you leave the dining room tonight is that I have… stepped away from tradition, and I hope in a way that will please you.
