murmuring.
“Excuse me, everyone,” I said, my voice carrying across the rooftop. “I apologize for the interruption. My name is Elena Marsh. Most of you know me as Derek’s older sister, the one with the red wristband.”
Derek’s head snapped toward me, his eyes wide.
“Elena, what are you—”
“I’ll just be a moment. I wanted to share something with all of you.continue reading …
