Charlie
Watching the satisfied, dark look on Evelyn's face was enough to make me understand that she was enjoying every second of the show.
"Breathe Charlie," I muttered under my breath, pressing two fingers against my temple while the car park filled with camera flashes from every direction, "just breathe, do not do anything stupid right now, just breathe."
The paparazzi had materialized from nowhere the way they always did when something worth photographing had gone catastrophically wrong, swarming in from the perimeter with their cameras raised and their questions overlapping into one continuous wall of noise that pressed against my skull from every angle.
"Mr. Thorne, was that your wife who was nearly arrested tonight?"
"Mr. Thorne, can you confirm the altercation inside?"
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