At 2:50 on a Saturday afternoon, a rustling sound came from inside the bedroom.
I walked over and heard Ryan running lines with Mia. "When she comes in, just lean on my shoulder and don't say a word. If she tries to hit you, hide behind me. Remember to look hurt and scared. The more innocent, the better."
Mia sounded a little nervous. "Will she actually try to hurt me?"
Ryan said, "Don't worry. Every time she breaks down, she cries, throws things, has a total meltdown. We just need the reporters to get the shots. Leave the rest to me."
I leaned against the door frame and heard every word clearly. My heart was completely still.
The next second, the reporters who had been lying in wait surged forward, pushed open the bedroom door, and swarmed in. Flashbulbs exploded all at once. The sou
