(Sean's POV)
I find a quiet corner and return the call.
"Sean." Hannah cries, her voice high. Shaking. "Sean, please. I need you."
"What's going on?"
"There are reporters. Outside my building. A whole — a group of them, they're blocking the entrance and someone told them about — about us — and they're calling me a—" Her breath hitches. Static on the line. "They're calling me a mistress. A homewrecker. They have cameras, Sean, they're everywhere, I can't get to my door—"
I straighten. My hand tightens on the phone. Through the foyer window, the driveway is emptying — last headlights pulling away, red taillights winding down the first switchback.
"How many?"
"I don't know. Five? More? They're shouting questions and one of them has a microphone. They keep asking me to comment and I don
