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LUCAS’ POV.
As my eyes threatened to turn everywhere into black, I felt a hand press my shoulder lightly. It was Tray, and he handed me a bottle of water, which I drank.
It made me feel better. The people’s faces focused back into view, and I could see the desperation for answers on each of their faces.
“Only when you’re done speaking, will you hear from me.” I said, and they began to caution each other.
The few that had gotten to their feet went back to their seats, and it was only when they had stopped talking that I addressed them.
“As you all know, I am Lucas Granger, and I am here today on the issue of my nephew, Derel, who has been a victim of rumors and fake pictures.”
“Fake pictures?” A woman asked.
“Yes, those pictures are not real. They are photo shopped.” I replied,
