♥ Chloe ♥
By the time we left the city limits, my hands had stopped shaking. Mostly. The press had been parked in the underground parking lot like vultures. With their flashing cameras and microphones ready. Questions being shouted at us as we passed them. It was like they had been waiting for blood, and I didn’t know why they were hanging around, but I had a pretty good idea it was about me. I had no idea who had leaked the story. All I knew was that it was too much. Way too much. I stared out the window as the trees blurred by. My stomach was still clenched in knots.
“I’m sorry,” Jethro said suddenly, and I glanced at him.
“For what?”
“For all of this. You should never have to go through any of it again,” he said, and I swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. It wasn’t his fault. Jeth
