The world blurred around her. All she could hear was just the voices, flashes, and questions all blending into one dizzying haze.
"Maya Kim! Look this way!" a reporter shouted.
"Is he the father?" Another asked.
The weight of it pressed on her chest, until she could barely breathe. While Hands reached out, microphones shoved forward her. The swarm growing tighter. For a second, she thought she might faint again.
But before her knees could give way, a firm hand grasped her wrist.
"Move," a familiar voice commanded.
Adrian.
He didn't even wait for her to react. His other arm immediately found her shoulders, shielding her from the cameras, as his security team swept forward. Forcing a path through the chaos.
Meanwhile, the reporters shouted louder. Flashes exploding against her half-hidden face as he guided her toward a waiting car.
The moment the door slammed shut, the noise disappeared. Replaced by her ragged breathing and the steady hum of the engine.
