Chapter 14The sound of sirens filled the usual busy street of Sainero Rowe. Cars were no longer honking because the police were directing traffic as the firefighters were finally able to fan the flames of what used to be my purple Mini Cooper.
I thanked God that the EMT workers, police officers and firefighters made a barrier, blocking the paparazzi and news reporters from taking pictures of me. They didn’t have to, but considering the situation and who I was, I understood why they did it.
The last thing I needed was the paparazzi and the news plastering my face on the twelve, four, five, six, ten and eleven o’clock news.
“Hello?” a woman’s voice broke me out of my daydream and she snapped her fingers. I blinked.
“Huh? Sorry.” I forgot that I was sitting in the back of an ambulance wit
