She looked around the huge room and walked straight toward the stage.

She stopped near the front row and laid her hand flat against the side window.

“A little warm in here,” Rachel said softly.

“But the air conditioning should catch up once the crowd settles.”

She turned and gave me a brilliant smile.

She had worked endless night shifts to afford the gas money to drive me to my academy interviews.

Now she was standing in the exact center of the most exclusive row in the building.