Andrew arranged for a press conference a few days later. Like before, we presented a united front by standing side-by-side in matching clothing. Unlike before, I was not the one seeking support through our interlocked arms.
Andrew put up a great front for the crowd. He smiled, waved, and appeared confident. However, I knew that, in truth, this was probably the most nerve-racking experience for him in a long time.
He wouldn’t be addressing just any social issue or rumor. These were the deaths of his Lunas, one of whom mothered his child. He might not have loved them, but he had cared about them, and he had taken their deaths very personally.
As we approached the podium, I felt his arm tense around mine. I put my hand on his arm and squeezed. He turned
