Wendy's POV

Daven drove the car through the scene outside our house. The morning sun reflected off many cameras all trying to take my picture.

“Ready Miss Ashton?” Daven asked his voice calm despite the disorder. I liked how calm he was.

“As ready as I'll be” I said taking a deep breath. I didn't want them to see me get nervous. I grabbed the door handle the cold metal a small comfort.

The moment I got out of the car I was hit with a lot of questions. Microphones were pushed in my face reporters shouted over each other their voices a loud mix of accusations and weird curiosity....