They Missed My PhD Graduation—So I Used The Empty Seats To Tell The Truth

me toward the auditorium where bodies were finding seats, the murmur of a thousand conversations building. “Where’s your cheering section? I’ve been looking forward to meeting the family responsible for this brilliant menace I’ve been supervising.”

My throat tightened painfully.

“They had a conflict,” I managed. “They’re watching the livestream.”

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