Chapter 49: Cornered
POV: Damian
There are moments when life politely asks whether you're ready.
This wasn't one of them.
Life kicked my door off its hinges and invited several dozen reporters to watch.
I glanced at Emma.
She hadn't spoken since hearing my full name.
I wanted to explain everything.
Instead, another chorus of shouting floated in through the windows.
"They're coming around the back!"
"Cameras on the roof!"
"I've got a better angle from the parking lot!"
Mrs. Alvarez marched toward the window with surprising confidence.
"These people need hobbies."
She yanked the curtains shut.
"There."
One photographer immediately pointed a camera at the closed curtain.
She gasped.
"They're photographing fabric now?"
Nathan burst through the apartment door without knocking
