I chose to watch it live.
Not because I needed to, but because I wanted to see her breathe.
There's something revealing about live broadcasts. Editing protects confidence, and live cameras expose it.
Ethan didn't stop me.
He only asked, "Are you watching as a wife or as a strategist?" "Strategist," I said, and I meant it.
The studio lights framed her the same way they had before. Selene Roux knew how to sit under illumination.
Her back was straight, her chin lifted, and her legs were crossed at a precise angle that suggested ease without carelessness.
The host introduced her as a "voice of bold truth." A really interesting phrasing. Truth doesn't usually need adjectives.
The first few minutes were safe. Her cadence was measured and rehearsed.
But something was different; her pauses were longer and more calculated.
I watched her throat move when she swallowed. That didn't happen last time.
