He nods once as if he’s said what he planned to say, and he tucks his notebook back in his pocket. It catches, and it takes a second for him to shove it in.

I realize I’ve never heard him speak in public before. He’s always been silent at Maxwell’s side. A figure head.

But in this moment, he is brave, and he is real. I’m terrified for him, and I am certain of him. When he holds out his hand, I take it, and I let him lead me down the stairs, knowing in that moment that I would follow him anywhere.

The crowd parts for us, and then,...