Calla’s POV
The press conference was scheduled for Tuesday afternoon at Patricia’s firm—neutral territory that looked official but was still public enough that authorities couldn’t quietly make me disappear.
That morning, I woke up with my stomach in knots and Kane’s arms wrapped around me like he thought I might vanish if he loosened his grip.
“You’ll keep calm and not do anything that could make it worse,” I interrupted firmly. “Kane, I need you to trust me. I can handle this. Patricia knows what she’s doing, and we’ve prepared for every scenario.”
“I trust you,” he replied quickly. “It’s everyone else I’m worried about.”
That was a fair point.
Patricia’s conference room was crowded with reporters, their cameras creating a barrier that seemed intimidating, but after dealing with a
