I was protecting Mason’s chances of winning.”

The microphone on the main stage let out a sharp squeal of feedback.

The tournament director tapped the wooden podium.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats,” the director said.

“We have a final ruling from the academic board.”

Vanessa grabbed Mason by the arm and pulled him toward the front row.

Daniel didn’t move.

He stood frozen in the aisle, staring openly at the two boys he had abandoned thirteen years ago.