Dulce parked her car in the garage and placed her head on the steering. She was tired. Annoyingly so. She felt like she had walked out of a furnace and the sound of the cameras and clicking and reporters screaming her name with different unreasonable questions and too many unrealistic assumptions. 

She had a headache coming on and it was worse than ever. She placed her hand on her chest and heaved heavily. Her adrenaline was still rushing and her palms sweated like a track runner on a summer's day. She wondered how celebrities dealt with these conferences and nearly keeled. It was different tho. They weren't standing on the...