The world quieted.
Not immediately was there a day or two of noise after the interview. Messages and articles and the particular churn of public attention moving through something and then past it toward whatever was next.
But it passed.
Faster than Julia had expected.
She'd braced for another wave: more photographers outside the building, more anonymous sources, more of the machinery that had been running since the stage moment. But the interview had done what Daniel's communications director had said it would do.
It removed the mystery.
And the mystery was what kept engines running.
Without it, without the speculation and the gaps that people filled with their own versions, there was just a man and a woman and a child. A story that had already told itself. Nothing left to uncov
