Chapter Fifty-Eight
Aria The paparazzi are vultures, there’s no one that will ever change my mind. They’re circling the hospital when we pull up, making it increasingly harder to make it inside, unnoticed, and unbothered. Thankfully Tara and Grace forced me to take a shower before we all parted ways, I no longer look or feel like a soggy stuffed animal. The snow stopped while we schemed back at the mansion. Now, the sky is dark but as clear as it gets through the light pollution that fills the city as Connor maneuvers the car through the gray slush. We see the crowd first, gathered around the doors of the hospital, huddled together chatting and laughing. Most of them are friends or friendly, they’re always chasing down the same stories or better yet the same person. They’re all basi
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