Selene’s POV
I didn’t have time to process much. I threw on my black jeans, a clean blouse, and a soft cream blazer. No makeup. Not a single stroke. I didn’t care how I looked. I just needed air and maybe a sense that my life was mine again.
The car that picked us up was already waiting at the corner. Rachel stayed close, practically glued to my side as if she thought I might disappear again. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I felt exactly the same.
By the time we arrived at the media house, I wasn’t ready for what waited. The second I stepped out of the car, the chaos hit me.
There was flashing lights, shouts and journalists. A crowd of cameras and reporters surging forward like they’d been lying in wait just for me.
“Selene! Over here!” Rachel said, trying to help me weave in thr
