Kieran said into the microphone, which was cold and unyielding against his lip. Doctor Carver had just announced him as the first witness; somehow he’d stood and found his voice. “I was in the shuttle bay. I saw the whole thing.” And he closed his eyes. Ginny was going to kill him now. He waited, pressing his stomach into the podium, hoping the feeble wood might shield some of the audience, knowing it would only splinter into shrapnel. His every muscle braced for violent death … and nothing happened. “Uh…” Kieran searched the crowd for Felicity and found her gleaming hair right in the middle. Unlike the other women, she wore no hat or kerchief on her head, letting the beauty of her hair shine without shame. He silently thanked God she was far enough away that the blast probably wouldn’t reach her. Her fiancé held her hand possessively, glowering at Kieran. They were waiting for him to speak. They all were. My last words, he realized. “I haven’t known what to say today,”
