As Summer meandered through the crowd, she couldn't help but wonder if this was how her life was going to be. A life of cameras and fame that sought to annoy her and squeeze out every juice of details from her life. The glass doors of the building were closed behind her and the reporters squeezed against the doors, like ants around bags of sugar. The questions were muffled against the shut doors, but she still caught wind of them.
"Are you doing this for the money?"
"Please give us a statement."
She turned to the guard beside her. "Make sure you disperse them immediately," she said. She couldn't have them disrupting her business. Somehow, she understood them, news like this was too sweet to let go off, their careers depended on it. But she still had the right to her own privacy.
As she
