Chapter Thirty Two

When Mira stepped out of the limousine, she was confronted with how loud the crowd was. A drone of echoing voices billowed across the dusty construction site, indicating the press conference was twelve yards up the trench.

Intimidated and having refused the white cane that Dr. Fitzpatrick had offered her during her last appointment where he sealed her fate that she would never see due to the most critical optical nerves having been damaged beyond repair, Mira hesitated to venture towards the commotion.

Thankfully, Hector and Jenny, two trusted members of One World, approached, calling out her name.

“I’m glad you both could make it,” she said.

“Of course,” said Hector, taking her arm. “It looks like everyone is gathered this way.”

“What’s all this about?” Jenny asked curiously

“Truth be told, I’m not sure,” she said, as they made their way towards the crowd. “How many people are here?”

After a brief moment, he said, “It looks like five media outlets, and I would say about two hundred