The press room had never felt so small.
Reporters jostled in the tightly packed space, phones held high, camera lights blinding. The Wilson family crest hung awkwardly behind the podium, now more a symbol of mockery than prestige. Emily stood at the center, flanked by her parents. Patricia wore oversized sunglasses as if hiding from reality; Michael clutched a folded statement with trembling hands.
Emily adjusted the mic with a sigh.
She looked exhausted—lipstick perfect, but her eyes smeared from sleepless nights and desperation. The crowd quieted as she cleared her throat.
“I’m here today to… acknowledge the mistakes I’ve made,” she said flatly, eyes fixed somewhere above the cameras.
Sarah sat near the back, wearing a plain black blazer. Her expression unreadable.
“I want to apolo
