I was certain Blackwell had no idea what to do with a crying woman, least of all a crying woman that he didn't like. But I couldn't help it. I was crying endlessly.
He sat with me nonetheless, and his presence comforted me to some extent. No words were needed. Between some sobs and learning that we had been spotted by another reporter, I dried up my tears.
“Oh s**t!” Blackwell finally spoke as he hurriedly pulled out of the parking lot. “We’re going to the station.”
I didn’t answer. I honestly didn't care where we went to, as long as it was far from that hotel. I was barely myself.
He glanced at me. “You should talk to the police and file a report officially before the media spins it into something it is not.”
“I don’t care.” I fumed.
“You will eventually.”
I stared out the window
