Tessa's POV
"Sorry…and who exactly are you?" I asked, still a little confused, sniffing back my tears, trying to figure out who she actually was, since she'd called out my name—wrongly, at that.
"I'm so sorry." She apologized, pulling out what looked like a badge hanging from her neck, letting me know she was the reporter I'd met earlier, apologizing too for making fun of me back then.
"Can we not do this right now? My friend isn't exactly in the right state of mind to speak. We have other things to deal with," Elowen said, quickly stepping between the two of us before the woman could even ask her next question.
"I'm sorry, miss, I just want to ask her a few questions about—"
"C'mon, girl. Let's go." Elowen wasted no time grabbing my hand and pulling me down the hallway as fast as she
