Flashbulbs exploded in bursts of white light as Lucas Kingston stepped out of the sleek black Mercedes-Benz.

He was dressed in a sharp tailored tuxedo, he exuded that calm and controlled elegance the public had come to expect from him.

His wife, Tris, followed closely behind, her silver gown trailing behind her.

She moved with her elegance that commanded her fair share of attention.

They barely had a moment to pose before the questions came towards them like darts.

“Mr. Kingston! Over here… how’s your brother?”

“Are rumors true that he's been unconscious for two days now?”

“Is Aaron awake yet? Can you give us a statement?”

“Sources say alcohol...