Cole
As we walked out of the building, the cool air and setting sun, indicating the ushering in of the night. It was a stark contrast to the tension inside. The sunset sky, a small comfort against the storm brewing in my heart.
Ivory squeezed my hand, her touch grounding me as we made our way to the front gate of our house. The emergency press conference was set up there, a last-minute attempt to address the growing unrest in Hollow Grove.
We could hear the crowd before we saw them. Angry voices rose in a cacophony of frustration and fear.
The sight that greeted us was both disheartening and overwhelming.
People who had once trusted me now looked at me with suspicion and anger. They despised Ivory, and they didn't bother to hide it.
The moment we stepped into view, the booing bega
