“The setup guy,” she repeated, a ghost of a smile on her lips. “That’s what I was. For seven years. I’d bake the cookies, arrange the chairs. Then one night, the scheduled speaker got the flu. They begged me. I stood at that podium and said my name. That was it. I just said my name and cried for four minutes.”
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He picked up his phone.
Marta didn’t leave. She looked at the banner, then at him. “You’re one of us, aren’t you? A survivor. You never speak.” “The setup guy,” she repeated, a ghost of