Lisa’s POV

"Tell us a little about how you met," the woman behind the camera repeated with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

The lights were too bright. A single bead of sweat tickled the side of my neck as I shifted in the chair and sipped from the half-full — or half empty — glass of lemon water beside me.

Behind the camera, the crew stood still, watching. Listening. Eager to hear what I had to say.

I smiled. Not my real smile, not the dry one I gave Ronan when he was being annoying either. This was the public one.

Just enough to deceive the...