Admiral Carter was looking at the program.
And then he stopped.
I didn’t see it happen in real time — I wasn’t watching him. What I noticed was the change in the quality of the room’s attention, the way you notice when a large body of air shifts, the atmospheric register of something unexpected. I looked up.
The admiral was very still.
Not the still of someone reading — the still of someone who has encountered something that has temporarily suspended other functions. His eyes were on a specific point in the program, and then they moved, slowly, through the audience, with the deliberate scanning of someone who knows how to locate a specific target in a complex environment.
They landed on me.
My stomach did something that I don’t have a precise word for.
Recognition.
That’s what his expression said, before he arranged it back into the composed neutrality of his public face. Recognition — the look of encountering something known, something expected, something he had perhaps been anticipating.
