DEREK’S PUBLIC DISGRACE.
Derek’s POV.
The tiny television set on the small table in my basement room was buzzing loudly with static, and I sat on the edge of the mattress with my hands clenched into tight fists while staring at the screen, my heart hammering violently against my ribs because the second block of the live broadcast was finally starting after a long commercial break. I had my bags packed near the door and my remaining clothes were stuffed into a plastic sack, ready to sprint down to the rental van the moment Clara finished delivering the final lines of the script I wrote for her, but as the camera lens finally zoomed in on her face, my entire body went completely cold because she wasn't wearing the dark sunglasses anymore, and she was looking directly into the camera with
