Arlene
The broadcast interview with BBC was happening on the morning of my big launch. The moment I stepped into the news studio, I could feel the heat of the cameras, the intensity of the questions that would be thrown at me, and the weight of public scrutiny hanging over my shoulders.
When Matilda gave me the invite for an interview yesterday, I knew what this was about. I understood that they had been dying to have me here from the very instant I returned.
Now that part of my disappearance had been made public, this invitation was inevitable.
Liam sat beside me, holding my hand, his grip firm yet comforting. His presence alone was a steady reminder that I wasn’t alone in this. It gave me warmth.
The blonde interviewer leaned forward, eyes sharp with curiosity. “So, Mr. Walker, you
