He parked right outside my house.
My gaze turned gloomy - a herd of reporters had already camped around my house, with tents thereby obstructing any means of accessing the home through the front door.
"What's going on?", Richard sat still, breaking the thin veil of silence that had been cloaking us both during the one hour drive back home.
"I don't know", i answered numbly.
I would have loved to step out and figure out a thing or two - but my present condition didn't quite favor that disposition.
"Do you have your phone with you, perhaps?"
He stared at me, his green eyes boring into mine as he searched his pockets before retrieving his phone from it's depths. "Here, you can have it."
I took the phone, staring as the dimly lit screen came alive. "It's locked. Please input your
