Chapter 12: Adrian

"Get back! Get the hell back!"

Donald is screaming, his expensive leather briefcase swinging like a weapon through the wall of lenses and microphones. But the media swarm doesn't give an inch. The very pack of wolves I call to this plaza to devour Clara—no, Anastasia—have completely turned on us. The flashes are blinding, catching every drop of sweat rolling down my face.

"Adrian! Did you threaten to let your daughter choke to death?"

"Mr. Von, look over here! Is it true you used your child's illness as a financial leash?!"

"Donald! Are you representing a known abuser to fix a fraudulent custody claim?!"

"No comment! Move!"...