HAILEY
He says nothing, his lips pressed in a thin line like he's trying to hide his smile as he revs out of the parking lot.
The moment we leave Wolfe Clinicals’ underground parking lot, chaos starts.
Not inside the car but outside.
Camera flashes explode almost immediately the second Eamon’s car appears near the front entrance of the building and I physically jerk slightly in my seat from how sudden it is.
“Oh my God,” I mutter under my breath, ducking even though the window is tinted.
There are reporters.
Dozens of them or maybe even more, crowded behind barricades near the massive front steps of Wolfe Clinicals with cameras raised high into the air while security struggles to keep the pathway clear.
“How did they even get here this fast?” I ask in disbelief.
Eamon barely glan
