And she’s not the only one who’s fragile. Somewhere high in a hotel tower not far from here, Olivia is waiting with my child inside of her. One wrong touch and she might crumble to pieces.
I can’t let that happen.
As the music crescendos, Demyan gets up and walks away to explore a different vantage point. I stay put and continue my observation of Hargrove.
The man has his public image down to an art form. No c****s in the armor. Just a friendly, wholesome man, the kind of guy who’d pull over on the highway to help you change your tire.
I can see why people love him. How he fools them.
I won’t let it last for much longer.
I wake up to a text from Mia. Breakfast in Mom’s suite. Be there! xo
I collapse back into my sheets with a groan. I’d rather just stay in bed. It’s strange to feel
