MILLIE'S POV
The moment I stepped outside, the world erupted.
Camera flashes sparked against my skin. Voices collided into a wall of noise; shouting my name, shouting questions, shouting accusations.
The air was thick with heat and dust, carrying the sharp scent of trampled grass and too many bodies pressed too close.
For a second, the old version of me…the girl who used to flinch at raised voices…stirred.
But she didn't own me anymore.
I kept walking.
The security guards rushed forward, forming a barrier, but I lifted a hand. "Let them."
The moment I stepped past the guards, the crowd surged closer, microphones thrust toward my face.
"Millie-Rose Harvey! Is it true you faked your death?"
"Where have you been for four whole years?"
"Who is the father of your son?"
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