Page 74 of Feel Me

I take my place in front of the podium, signing as I speak. “Thanks to the generosity of Governor McAdams, we are establishing a Child Advocacy center specifically for victims of violent crimes where they can receive therapy and be interviewed in a more comfortable atmosphere.”

“What do you mean by comfortable?” the reporter in the front asks.

“The center will mimic a home,” I explain signing quickly. “No industrial furniture or anything that suggests an office will be incorporated in its function. I’ve met with a designer who shares our vision. She’s selected tranquil colors and comfortable furniture specifically designed to create a feeling of safety.”

“Sounds expensive,” another report says before I can finish.

“It is,” I agree, having prepared for those comments. “Thankfully, most of it will be funded by already existing grants, to ensure that victims of crime receive the support often denied because of costs.”

“Are you suggesting the state doesn’t shell out enough to help victims?” a reporter in the back asks.

“Not under Governor McAdams’s watch,” I answer, smiling. “She’s provided more assistance than any governor nationally to date.” I tilt my head as if giving it some thought. “However, I do think you might have shelled out too much for that tie, Larry.”

The crowd in front of me laughs, including Larry. Some of the press in attendance are notorious for bating speakers and bending them to their will. I learned very early in my career to establish a good relationship with reporters even when their intention isn’t always genuine. It’s helped me in the long run and allowed me ample opportunity to sing the praises of those who help me and bring attention to the needs victims of violence lack.

The governor steps forward, beaming like always. She knows I’ll always defend her and praise her work. It’s the least I can do for someone as kind and dedicated as she.

“Thank you, Melissa,” she says.

I step to her right, signing as she endorses Declan and trying to keep my emotions in check. As hard as it is to know he’s taking my father’s place, I know he’s earned the position and I’m so proud of him for stepping up.

“Acting District Attorney Declan O’Brien has not only met the challenges placed on him head on, he has surpassed expectations, ensuring the safety of the Philadelphia community and beyond.” I sign the last word to a round of enthusiastic applause. “In my political history, never have I seen an official accomplish as much as A.D.A. O’Brien has at such a young age. From acquiring record-breaking prison terms for dangerous felons, to winning cases most considered lost causes, to receiving international recognition for his obliteration of ruthless organized crime families decades old, A.D.A. O’Brien has demonstrated that he is the most qualified for the position of District Attorney.”

More applause, bringing more approving nods and smiles his way. I keep my excitement to a minimum although by now my heart is bursting with pride.

“Many may question his youth,” the governor continues. “But I assure you no one would question his degree of experience, high level of intelligence, or his dedication to the public sector. For these reasons and more, not only does he have my support as District Attorney, but I’m endorsing him for mayor at the end of his term.”

My motions become a jumbled mess. I sign quickly, trying to catch up and recover. Mayor? She’s backing him formayor? The entire crowd of reporters whips his way, a fervor murmurs and applause spread along the crowd. Declan smiles in that regal way of his, meeting the governor’s gaze and nodding his thanks.

“Governor McAdams,” a reporter calls out. “Don’t you think it’s a bit premature to endorse someone as mayor this soon?’

“Not given A.D.A. O’Brien’s extraordinary record or his aptitude for trying cases most attorneys would run from. He’s not afraid to fight for those who are weak nor is he intimidated by anyone, and he’s most certainly not afraid to do the right thing.” She looks across the room, meeting his gaze once more. “The nation needs more leaders like Declan O’Brien.”

I wasn’t expecting this kind of endorsement. It shouldn’t upset me, I mean, we haven’t spoken much on a personal basis. But I’d hoped that he’d stay on as D.A. for two terms. Like my father had planned. The staff needs him.

And so do the victims.

“Melissa.” Kathleen, the governor’s chief P.R. rep motions to me. I didn’t realize I’d stopped signing and hurry to fix what I missed.

I smile as much as I can as I finish, my attention trailing to the governor as she steps down. “You were amazing as always, my dear,” she says, linking my arm within hers.

“Thank you.” I clear my throat, trying to sound relaxed. “I didn’t realize you’d planned to endorse A.D.A O’Brien for mayor.”

“I hadn’t,” she admits. “In fact, I didn’t realize he’d planned to run this early in his political career until we met last week.” She laughs. “I should have suspected, his drive to succeed being what it is.”

I barely catch her last few words. “You met last week?” I ask slowly.

“Yes, Tuesday, I believe. I apologize for not calling you, Melissa, but my schedule was booked solid.” She leans in close. “By the way, my best to your relationship. If you don’t mind my telling you, I sensed a certain chemistry between you when we met all those months ago.”

I try to play it off. “We’re not exactly a couple,” I say.

She turns around to face me, giving me an all-too knowing smile. “Aren’t you?”

Her smile widens as my face heats. “Don’t be embarrassed. It happens to the best of us.”

“It?” I ask.

“Surrendering your heart when you least expect it,” she explains.

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